Karl was one of those people who was always polite, upbeat, and happy for no reason. He was in one class with me-- one with a cantakerous and sometimes actively racist teacher-- and he took all of her complaints and accusations in stride. I want to say that he was Nigerian but I can't say for sure. He had amazing eyelashes: they were lush, bountiful, and perfectly and naturally curled. Those are the two things I envied him for: his great attitude and lovely lashes.
I didn't pay too much attention to him in class and I don't feel up to writing up a more detailed, pretend-sketch of him. All the same, I think if you met him you'd be struck by him in a similar way. Also I have to admit I didn't like him at first because I'm naturally suspicious of people who are nice for no reason. I believe in practicing random acts of kindness, but also I am a person who is prone to envy and spontaneous surliness. I don't wish to be him or have all of his characteristics but I'm happy that such a person exists; what a terrible world it would be if everyone acted like me.
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