Imagine how much you've got compared to all the kids in the world getting blown up or starved, and the good you could do if you spent half a second thinking about it. But you don't do anything or tell anyone. And you act like you're disgusted, because you don't like meanness. Imagine you're evil and you don't do any of those things, but you're like Julie Jenkins and you laugh and you laugh at everything Brandon does, and you even help when a teacher comes and asks what's going on and you say nothing's going on, and he believes you because you get A-pluses in English. Or you just call him things like cockroach and sand monkey. Or you spit in his food in the cafeteria. Imagine you're like Brandon Goff and you find poor kids in the halls and make fun of their clothes, and you flick their ears until they scream in pain and swing their arms, and so you pin them down and break their fingers.
Imagine your mind is a selfish room full of pride or pity. Imagine you've got a heart that spends all day wanting more.
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