i was six years old. you decided i was a failure in the first grade.
you don’t understand, jules. you never did!
no, you don’t understand! i stopped calling myself jules when i was fifteen and i’d found out what you’d done to me. i’m julian!
what difference does that make?
it makes every difference, because i’m different! can’t you see? jules bashir died in that hospital because you couldn’t live with the shame of having a son who didn’t measure up!
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