I was an annoying child. This is not self-loathing or fishing for compliments so much as it is an absolutely true fact. I annoyed even myself. Somewhere in the midst of all the things creating my personality, I became terrified of being silly.
Imagine, if you can, an eight year old way too smart for her own good turning her nose up at children on the pl…
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