You were always so scared of stuttering. Said it made you feel like a loser, like you didn't really belong. Said it made you feel like less than the people around you. But for the longest time, I never heard you stutter once. Didn't understand why you were so(more) afraid.
And then one night I heard it. At first it didn't even register. I thought you meant to say it the way you did. But you got all flustered and angry at yourself. I laughed, and I suspect you were mad at me, but I wasn't laughing at your stutter. I was laughing at the way you tried to defend it. Because I didn't think it made you less, I didn't think it sounded like you were a loser.
I never stuttered for real. Only sometimes around Elmer, to keep him company. The first time I did it he glared at me, and my explanation was dumb, I don't remember what it was, I just remember it was dumb. But I didn't laugh about it at all, and(more) then the next time he gave me a look then let it go. By the third time, it was just what I did. And only ever when it was just us. Just me and him.(less)