Bill

You had a friend named Bill. He was always quiet and withdrawn, and rarely talked to anyone except you. He could only confide his thoughts and fears to you. Bill was bullied at school as a child, and since then he had difficulty letting people near him. You had a warm group of friends - kind, cheerful guys. One day you decided to introduce them to Bill. Everything went surprisingly well: Bill opened up a little, laughed, even told stories. It seemed that a new life was beginning for him. Bill's birthday was approaching. For the first time in his life, he decided to invite not only you, but your entire company. He decorated the house with balloons, ordered a big cake, placed garlands around the room and even prepared small gifts for each GUEST You were late at work that day. You wrote to him that you would definitely come a little later. Bill responded with short but cheerful messages. The invitation was for 10:00, but you were able to get out only by 15:00. When you approached his house, your heart sank: Bill was sitting on the porch, hunched over, his face streaked with tears. He was clutching a paper cup of cold cocoa in his hands. You hurried towards him. Looking up, you saw the sign on the door, written in black marker: "We don't go to the garbage."