hing else was amiss with this girl, something she wasn’t seeing. But, in spite of all her efforts, Chastity couldn’t for the life of her figure out what it was. Jack, however, was a little sharper.
“Down Syndrome,” he murmured.
Chastity looked at him oddly. “How can you be so sure?”
“I knew a kid who had it; used to live a couple houses down from me,” he explained. “He was actually pretty cool to play with, though. Except, sometimes he was really sick for days on end. Mom told me about it, how people with Down Syndrome get sick a lot more often than the rest of us.”
Chastity suddenly felt like a horrible human being. “That’s… awful,” she murmured.

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