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09 October 2012

Redemption


Then I got up to leave
and said Stand up.
He stood. I said: Look at me.

I'm a middle aged man
with a limp and a wheeze
and a son and a wife that I love.

I'm not just a little avatar.
You're better than this.
You have a name of your own.

Be proud of it.
Don't hide it again
and I won't ruin it.

Now shake hands.

‘I'm sorry.’ he said,
and looked like he meant it.

Then we shook on it.




From the blog post Meeting A Troll. Submitted by Angi Holden.

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