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And at the time, in my fifteenth year alive but my fourth in the church,
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I would have been glad for distraction;
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some long savory eleven year old girl or what's it,
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with small sprouting breasts
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like showing through her shirt
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                                  always.
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And longish hair all reddish
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but not like mine, no.
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Much less.     And her walk
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like much older a woman,
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of nineteen, I think.
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This I noticed.
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Five rows ahead of me and mine
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there sat a he-she of fourteen with a nose full of slime,
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curly brown hair and thin wire glasses, obviously scented
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like awkward puberty;
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she who was toppling in upon herself
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and her humanity, I can say now, looking back. Flipping her
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bible every which way, just like she was told.
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7 Jul 06

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Oscar Wilde would be jealous that you've said it better than he.

Except for lines 3 through 6 -- too convoluted to bother with.
 — DianaTrees

Convoluted is a good description of your writing style, you're good but try making the voice natural, keep it tight. Measure each word's worth.
 — unknown

it's like a clowes cartoon
genius-osity!
 — onklcrispy

the more i read this, the more i relaize i've seen it
 — onklcrispy

Remarkable
 — unknown

A little self rgarding but strong and i have been to that churchy place where surpression og feeling becomes a way of life.
 — larrylark

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