When George and I were kids, sometimes I felt like she was the
person who made any sense, even though we always came at the world from different directions.
We always knew we were kinda messed up from our parents and basically everything about how they raised us, and that we each had some weaknesses when dealing with other people,
but between us we could just about cover our social bases: she could figure people out better than I could, and I could usually get along with them.
That tag-team approach was complicated by the huge gender divide in the school we went to in our early teens.
it really stuck out that George and I hung out together all the time--even beyond the thing where we were siblings and at an age where we were expected to suddenly find
each other's company uncomfortable for reasons no one's ever been able to explain to me. Most of the other guys were tongue-tied and just
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