But there was the parade of characters today at school. My little friend with autism sat on the curb, staring at the witches, ninjas, and assorted spooky costumed children passing by. I had watched him carefully as he walked out of the classroom. Someone seemed to be forever stepping on his long black cape. And why, oh why is it that of all the things in the world to end up beside him was a little girl with huge butterfly wings? The things kept hitting his head or touching him, as I watched from across the parade path, helpless, as he swatted at the annoying random taps again and again...
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