garbled inferences II
As a child he was strange, even as a baby sucking on his mother's nipple, he'd be focusing on something else, looking anywhere, not focusing on the sustanance he was consuming and processing. Difficult too, cried, would not be consoled, when his first sibling was born his parents said that if his sister had been quite as impossible as he'd been they'd not have had a third. He walked an talked like the others, but sometimes would stray, maybe go somewhere else for a moment. Imaginative, but not prodigious, he'd build and draw more interested in color that shape, more interested in contrast than consistentcy. While more tame, his sisters were not so different, they had their lapses as well, they had their lapses as well.
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