"When that nigga burned him, he got mean." That's the only quote from Uncle Skinny I can remember. Being the Boo Radley of my hometown ain't so bad. I don't swallow raw squirrels whole or carve toys to put in trees. I just simply have this strange gift. I can see through a man like weak tea. This puts people off.
You can tell when you've got 'em, upper lips curl into self-awareness. Then they hate you. They call you Boo. You hide behind doors, or plaster hams, even after you've saved little Jim.
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