Noah hated both.
He was brilliant, sarcastic, stubborn, and more independent than most people I knew.
He built websites before the rest of us understood how domains worked.
He could repair almost anything with a circuit board.
He read political biographies for fun and cheated shamelessly at card games.
He also had no patience for pity.
He never pretended the world was kind.
He simply refused to let cruelty decide who he was.
Still, I saw what it cost him.
Teenagers pointed at shopping malls.
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