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  • It started with nursery school. We lived in the same neighbourhood so our parents decided it would be a good idea to form a liftclub and take turns dropping us off each day. Her surname sounded like "whore" except I was too young to understand why my older brother sniggered when he heard it. Besides, my mother thought it common and vulgar to use bad language so I neither knew nor understood a lot of the obscenities my peers were familiar with. My ignorance made me even more of a social pariah. Especially when, one day, she had the temerity to call me a whore. I couldn't understand why she would use her surname as an insult. Looking it up in the dictionary didn't help. There I found "Hoar - Grayish white; gray or gray-haired with age." I felt old. Old and prim. I also knew I was the only child in the class who understood the meaning of the word "temerity".
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