by hiding a flashlight and the latest archie and jughead digest
(i think papa bought one for me at the grocery store and it started a habit)
under my bed.
once the house was quiet
(or i was sure mom and dad were downstairs and occupied)
i would read and read and read for hours and hours.
next, i obsessed over ramona quimby, nancy drew, and the babysitter's club.
anne frank: the diary of a young girl
a tree grows in brooklyn
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