"The one time I tried to grow a beard, a thumb-sized area under my chin, just under and to the right, never grew in. Even after a month. That's why my they call me Patches.

Anyway, what were you were asking about? Oh, my father. He was a tailor. He came home with fabric swatches in his pocket. Sometimes I tore holes in my clothes at school, so he would use one of the swatches to patch the hole. Then at school my friends would notice them and laugh. That’s why they call me Patches.”

Patches of digital fabric layered on top of one another.

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