Oscar’s love is so
powerful that it becomes selfish, and people suffer. They suffer in the best
way possible. The kind of suffering that will make you wise. This boy I know
ultimately believed that life was a game that children played best. The rest of
us were just losers competing with one another. He could either win or possess
what could ultimately, in his mind, defeat him. He had quite the collection,
and he loved them all the same.
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