Sunday, August 23, 2009
It Was Miss Dooley, In The Solarium, With The Ruler
She was ramrod-straight, chin up, head held high and crowned with two thick braids coiled precisely in the same way, every day. I would sit at my desk with the inkwell and the pencil groove, and stare at her through a tiny hole that I had made in my Weekly Reader that I held in front of my face. I...
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