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Rhonda smiled, and for once it didn't feel forced.
Schrader chuckled and reached forward, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.
He didn't mind her lack of eye contact, or the atypical affect of her voice, or the odd ways she communicated.
No, he liked her for who she was, and she liked him back.
She never believed she'd find love like this. No, not when damn-near everyone knew her as Rhonda the Retard.
And yet, here she was, head over heels with a boy who felt just the same.
How lucky am I...