It's alright kid. I used to be a pudgey kid who's mom made
him wear: Knee, Elbow and Wrist Pads.
In high school, you'll hit a growth spurt, lose the weight,
get a girlfriend and the scathing sense of humor/defense
mechanism you have been cultivating along side your
burgeoning diction and rapier whit will make you a cool
kid.
Just keep roller blading and next time mom's not looking,
lose the wrist guards.
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