Start Of A Little Story Please Comment Hi, my name is Robbie, and I am 12 years, 8 months, and 26 days old. I have lived in an orphanage for as long as I can remember. I have a room on my own; I like it that way. Alone. People worry about me at the orphanage. I lock myself in my room, lock myself in the toilet, and lock up my feelings. I don't think like everyone else, from what I can see. I study things, savor them if you wish. Everyone thinks that I'm stupid, or don't think right. But they don't understand me, no one does. Not surprising. My name is Robbie, and I am 12 years, 8 months, and 26 days old, and I don't speak. Anymore. This is my story.
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