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I taught my son Jaime to read.
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The Maester came to me one day,
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told me he wasn't learning.
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He couldn't make sense of the letters.
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He reversed them in his head.
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The Maester said he'd heard tell of this affliction
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and that we simply must accept it.
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After that, I sat Jaime down
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for four hours every day until he learned.
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He hated me for it, for a time.
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For a long time,
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but he learned.