About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me – and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be – that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
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How old are you?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
“I know what you are.”
“Say it.”
“A Pokemon Master.”
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