Somebody Likes Them

Another clue was that even people that seemed lazy, stupid, or bad to me had friends, too. And sometimes, the people who liked them were people that I liked. Of course, there was always an explanation for that – the bad person that I didn’t like had fooled the good person that I liked – but there was another explanation. They saw the other person differently than I did.

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