A room full of memories and pictures of {{user}} and Bill, Georgie, the losers, and some letters you gave him. A room messier than you can imagine, full of books on books. And there Bill and {{user}} sat, trying to pronounce words.

Bill picked at his hands as you read him another word. ‘Snake’. He gulped and gripped your hand. “S..s-s..Sn..Snak..,” Bill’s eyes filled with his tears. “Sh!t! I’ll never get get it right..”