I met Anne in the third grade, back when I was desperate to be chosen as the mascot for the Fort Washington Patriots cheer squad. While I knew deep down that Aimee Bruno, my main rival, would get the coveted role, I held fast to my dream. That was, until Anne told me with a humorless expression, “you don’t stand a chance.” And she was right, given that I couldn’t even do a cartwheel without kicking myself in the [...]
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