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Aaron had always hated the word almost.
When he let himself think about it, it left him feeling empty inside. When he sat down and put all of his own almosts side by side, he realized just how many of them were unfortunate.
He almost graduated with a 4.0 GPA. It was a 3.9.
He almost beat Jesse in the band's latest popularity poll. He still came out last, only a single vote away from being tied.
He almost got that cute waiter's number. Robaire came back from the bathroom at the wrong moment, and the waiter switched their attention to him instead.
He almost kissed Aaron Z in the dressing room before their last concert. The other ran away before he got too close.
Aaron T was always almost enough.
Almost.
He was the walking embodiment of the word.