Medway's my hometown. It's small. It's slow like the South, but without any of the cordiality.
In any case, I have drawers full of shit in my room (which has been kept as is since I left for college.) I went through them seeing what I could throw out.
I found a number of ribbons from my days as a cub scout. I must have been a talentless kid because they're entirely menial. One of them just says "Participant". Like, "Fine, we'll admit he was here. But that's it."
"I did my best" just means "this kid's gonna cry if he doesn't get something."
I'll keep these.
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