The text says "I know I am not an ordinary 10 year old kid. I mean, sure, I do ordinary things. I eat ice cream. I ride my bike. I play ball. I have an XBox. Stuff like that makes me ordinary" pg 3. In my mind I see August. I hear crying from Auggi. I smell the fresh air. I taste the salty tears.
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