Maybe I'm developing another personality. Maybe I've been possessed by Judy Blume (who, I believe, is not dead). All I know is I woke up with this in my head, in exactly this form, clear as the tolling of that proverbial bell:
I could write a pretty poem, too.
If I was more like my sister.
If I was less like my friends.
Yak. Yak. Yak.
Beautiful girl. Beautiful girl.
Yes, I am.
I have told you for years that you have a pretty mouth
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