January 12 1989
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Dear Reader,
I know you won’t know me, but I’ve heard you are a great listener. A wallflower, if you will. The people in this book have had their names changed, so you can't find them, but I trust you will believe me when I tell you that this is true.
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I remember when I was young, when the other kids would scream, as they saw my metallic legs, when they thought I wasn’t human. They still think that. You can see it in their eyes, that quick slip of horror as they see me. I'm not a person anymore. I’m a thing, a Frankenstein. They’re not really my legs though. This was a constant source of amusement for my childhood tormentors. It didn’t help that I was the only Indian in a school full of white boys. I didn’t really have any friends at school. I had acquaintances, sure, but no one I could trust. You couldn’t be sure whether someone was pitiful, or if they talked behind your back. Well, that’s not entirely true. In high school I had a friend.
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I feel this has dragged on long enough for a first letter however. I haven’t attached a return address, so you can't find me, but let you know this; there is a light at the end of the tunnel. That's something my dad told me when I was young. I hope you can find use to it.
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From,
Abishek
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