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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
And that was interesting. Because I can no longer hate him, instead, I pity him. He had a sucky life, and it isn't his fault he's a racist. That's just how he grew up. I learned other stuff about him as well, but the main thing I learned was he wasn't a racist, or a boomer; or an asshole; or a rich, lonely, old man. He was Daryl. He was a person, and a nice one at that.
