His parents named him, Chosen. A gangling fellow, owning no familiarity with romantic love. A determined chap without any regard to rules. A bear of a man with cowardice in his beating heart. He embraced selfishness and loved to rattle cages. He limped like a broken orphan. He ignored good hygiene. Made lame jokes. Lost two teeth to decay. A hoarse voice, which only welcomed a few friends. He grew to become something more because they named him, Chosen.
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