There is a boy at school that the other kids casually refer to as “The Troll.” My daughter counts him among her best friends. Apparently, The Troll wishes he had been born a troll, and he spends his days pretending that he really is one. The first time I saw him, he was lurking under the slide at the playground. I asked my daughter what he was doing. She shrugged. “Troll things.”
I really admire The Troll. He commits.