Chimes: 2018 Edition (emended Blazevox book pdf)

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We had many adventures, Ted and I, but the roles we played were always the same.
I was Quixote to Ted’s Sancho Panza. If we were pelted with snowballs or pelting
others with snowballs, staring at girls or being stared at by girls, making prank calls
or getting calls from friends, always it was my job to instigate the action, be a man of
daring, direct our movements. Ted would consolidate our activity, provide focus.
He was the solid man. When I would push things too far, he’d reign me in. We
grew into adolescence as an odd couple par excellence; Ted quiet, me raging,
Ted pliant, me baiting. However much of my father’s dominance Ted
internalized, I was still able to steer things when I wanted to. Unlike N, Ted had
no taste for self-made drama; things (me included) came to him. There was a
long time in which neither of us could imagine a withdrawal for any reason.
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