Perfect Girl - Weebly
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forward and jump into the parade. It’s almost over, but I don’t care. I run to the front, to Celeste and Frankie. Frankie hands me one of her pom-poms and I wave it wildly over my head. My knees pump up and down as I march. I hold my head up and grin. My heart feels light. When one door shuts, another opens. 188
WE HAVE ONE LAST FAMILY DINNER—THE THREE OF US. Aunt Marty cooks. She slices a head of cauliflower like a loaf of bread, brushes each piece with olive oil, sprinkles them with salt and pepper, then roasts all the slices in the oven on a cookie sheet. For “spice” she grills scallops that have been marinated in a chipotle vinaigrette. When arranged on plates, our dinner looks like three scrumptious flowers. 189
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forward and jump into the parade. It’s almost over, but I<br />
don’t care. I run to the front, to Celeste and Frankie.<br />
Frankie hands me one of her pom-poms and I wave it wildly<br />
over my head. My knees pump up and down as I march. I<br />
hold my head up and grin. My heart feels light.<br />
When one door shuts, another opens.<br />
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