Fresh New Ears of 1988
They taught me something I've never forgotten
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When I was in Grade Eight I knew a girl who I’ll call Martine. She was in the same grade but very tall for her age, lanky and elegant like a blue heron. Her height wasn’t much of a social problem, because everyone knew t…
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