It is his birthday, and his grandmother takes him to the library. He loves to read. His face, young even for a young age, is turned to serious pages. He consumes tales, tales of grandeur, and his imagination spirals with stories he loves.
He set his books down and turned to the librarian.
"Excuse me, sir, where is the restroom?"
"To the left," he replied, generously. Then he reconsidered, and added, "You do know the difference between right and left, right? You know, apples, oranges?"
The boy looks back, terribly surprised. He nods once, slowly, then walks away.
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