Spitting Rain

I've always been a large creature. Before I hit puberty people were guessing my age at sixteen, seventeen (they'd say, weighing the differences with both hands). I got a lot of "What courses are you taking, you seem like the literature type" as they pointed at my Woody Allen style-glasses and long lank hair, I loved the looks on their faces when I said "um, I'm in sixth grade". When puberty finally hit I was just over six feet tall. The boys at my school hadn't even started growing pubic hair yet and in all my class photos, I'm standing in the back with my teachers. I'm just over nineteen now, twenty is looming ahead of me. I have stopped growing, apparently, and all the boys have caught up to me in height. I have no surprises to me, I am exactly as I seem: plain.

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