She wore a yellow baseball cap while parading, no–whirling, down my street. The smell of strawberries surely floated behind her. Imagining myself aloft in her delicious contrail, I instead gazed from my bedroom window. Why, at age nine, was I seized by this? I suppose her name was Rebecca.
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Rebecca
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