He’d never been able to talk to anyone, not really. Words were a problem, the problem. Words were tainted somehow - or no, he was tainted somehow, damaged, incomplete, because he didn’t know how to use words to say anything better than ‘Hi’ or ‘I’m hungry’ or 'I’m not.’
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