Odd wore shirts that were too small and pants that were too big. When he talked, people didn't know how to respond, unable to understand what it was he was saying. Odd snorted when he cried and chortled when he was mad and answered the phone asking, "Who's there?"
Odd rode a giant tricycle that he rigged to steer with his knees so he could keep his hands free for playing banjo, the thing he loved most passionately. He devoted his life to loving one woman who never loved him back.
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