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Learning to Fall: Play nice like that.
"Nevin!"
I hate it when my momma calls me by my name and not N.B. the way I introduce myself to everyone so they don't even know I have a name like Nevin.
"Momma! Don't call me by that." I yell back at her. "Call me N.B."
Momma never calls me N.B. 'cause she says it's not my real name and if it were her grandpa Nevin Beauregard Sherman would come clean up out of the veteran's cemetary on the hill and choke her good. She tells me I should quit callin' Zit Head by anything other than her real name 'cause she says Jillian likes being called Zit Head about as much as I like being called Nevin and that she was real proud of the two of us getting along so well playin' the new soccer game in the basement together.
"They call it 'foosball' momma." Girls. I know she's my momma, but sometime she can be a real girl.
"You call it foosball and I'll call Zit Head Jillian, ok?"
"Just for you, Nevin. Just for you."
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