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151 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1994


“What was it about him that had made them hate him so much? Had he really been that different from other kids? It had seemed so then, he’d seemed like a freak, a monster. But thinking back, he seemed just – ordinary. He was a bit of a loner, but he hadn’t had much choice, it wasn’t clear that he was naturally like that. He wasn’t especially good at anything, but neither was he especially bad. Maybe it was his name, or his plumpish build, or his red hair and high forehead, or his clothes, or the way he wore his bag slung across his chest, maybe it was things as trivial as that. There was nothing you could point to in particular, but somehow all of them together had marked him out as the butt of all their jokes and what had started as mocking and ridicule had ended in vicious hatred.”
“What could hurt more than the sly digs and insults, left to fester like sores...”

“Condensation stopped him from seeing out. It dribbled and ran, dripping on the floor like a distillation of the hate forming around him.”

