The taste of his name

"Thank you for dinner, Ravi."

Ravi. Ravi. Ravi. Ravi. The name echoed in his ears.

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"I hate it! I hate it!" Ravi said as he threw the stone across the pond creating a large splash. He was a little distance from the orphanage, sitting on a rock in front of the famous Binator Pond where the orphanage was named after.

"Are you still angry that Mark called you Ravioli? He was just playing around. He was jealous that the flower couple liked you more than they liked him. Ravi is a fine name." Ana, one of his age mates from the orphanage consoled him. She was thin, like they all were and had freckles all over her nose.

"Please everyone knows that Mother named me after the Ravi's steak house down the street, that is where they found me." Ravi, Ratty, Ravioli, his names always had variations that he was teased about. He hated it.

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