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November 24, 2003

The paragraph I wish I'd written:

My cousin Becky was four years older than me and an expert in all things. Her bubble letters were perfect. She had the biggest scented-eraser collection this side of Hallmark.

Posted by Heather at November 24, 2003 08:34 AM

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