People called me John.
Reinier was too much of a mouthful, you see.

Believe me,though, people tried hard…
Reyner
Renyer
Rainer
Ranger
… and failed.

So, they just gave up.
John was so much easier.

But the easy way out is not always the right way.
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During second year (8th grade, whatever), new Johns came to the scene, two of which prefer the same four letters I do ~

“John!”
“Yes?”
“Not you! The cute one!”

We needed to delineate. Who would want to be confused with the cute one?

So soon,
John, John, and John became
Norbert, Onad, and Rein.

Guess which one’s me.
:D