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Wesley usually kept his door unlocked. This evening, I found him in his room peeling an apple with his pocket knife. He sawed up and down with his right hand as his left turned the apple, uncovering its yellow flesh as juices dripped down his fingers. He was always stubborn about his unusual way of peeling apples, in part because it would attract attention, but mostly because our debates over apple-peeling technique always entertained bystanders.
His clothes said as much. He had just returned from an evening performing stand-up comedy, and he was still in costume: jeans, brown leather shoes, and a purple velvet jacket with a smoking pipe in the chest pocket. The pipe blew bubbles. A rubber band ball, an empty wine bottle sat in his top hat – he always opened his routines by juggling all three of them. It was flashy. The other performers couldn’t do it.
As he finished explaining how the show went, he trailed off. Wesley was out of topics. The silence that followed was punctuated by only the soft scratching sound of his knife passing through the apple skin. He stood up, swaying left and right, catching himself before he would begin to fall. In his completely still room, he had to move.
As the last sliver of the apple peel fell into the trash can, he turned to me with the proud smile of a six year old that had just learned to ride his bike. He held the apple towards me. “See? Peeled. Now I’m going to eat it.” He impaled the apple on his knife, and, holding it by the handle, he took the loudest bite he could.
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