Chapter 10

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I am not big, as sixteen-year-olds go. There are guys in my grade, lots of them, who are a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier. I wouldn’t want an extra hundred pounds (not unless I was awesomely buff, which most of these guys are not), but I can’t see a downside to gaining an extra foot of height. If I joined the Resurrection Church, would Yog-Sothoth grant me a growth spurt? I wouldn’t bet on it. In the past, being smallish set me up for a certain amount of bullying; my strategy was to get good at escaping and running fast. Lately though, the bullying had eased off. So by and large things at school are pretty good, except for the odd psycho like the mountainous Tyrone Gunn-Trojak; but Gunn-Trojak moves slowly and you would not call him a subtle type of dude. It’s always easy to see

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