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There was once a man named Wallace. He was a shut-in that lived in his mother’s home. Wallace would occasionally cut the grass and feed the birds while his mother was away to one of her boyfriend’s house. He sat in his mother’s home staring at the wall in the TV-less living room. The walls had flowery booger green wallpaper. The carpet was a shaggy dirty red color. The house was 50 years old but the carpet looked much older.
When Wallace was a boy, he never had any friends. He had one friend named Patrick but he doesn’t count as he was an imaginary friend. His mother tried to make Wallace get into sports like Baseball; he sucked at swinging. He tried basketball; he was too short. He tried soccer; he ran like a duck and always missed the ball when it came time to kick it even when it was sitting still. He tried tennis; too many balls hit his face. He tried Badminton; the same thing. He tried football; he was too small. The football players usually used him as a football replacement and tossed him across the field.
Wallace tried joining clubs like the book club; the books were too long and he always fell asleep during the meetings. He tried the art club; he didn’t know how to art enough to…
