This girl. I know.

I thought I should take it back a bit.

Once upon a time there was girl. She lived in a house with 3 sisters.
She used to read a lot of books all the time. She didn't play on the playground,
because she was sitting on the bench or on the curb reading her book.
She would sit at the lunch table reading her book.
She would walk up and down the stairs reading her book.
She would go to sleep reading her book.
In the van at night time she'd turn the light on and read her book
and when her sisters wanted her to turn the light off, she'd try to read
by the flashing street lights, dimming and widening, coming in cuts across
the page in the dark.. she'd try to do that thing. She would usually be leaning against the window, in the corner in the very back.
She'd read in Memphis. She'd read in Mississippi... and other places.
She would also read at the dinner table.
She'd read outside and she'd read inside.
She'd read at her grandparent's house.. she really liked to read there.

I guess the theme is that this girl liked to read.
The other theme is that this girl didn't really know how to talk to people.
If you don't know how to talk to people, if you don't really feel comfortable talking
to other people you do other things, like read or something else.

So she read a lot of books. When she did not know how to talk to people at the lunch table in second grade, she read her book. And other scenarios. It was probably easier that way. There's probably a lot more to say about this than this.

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