WHAT I KEEP THINKING ABOUT
is the small boy who was dressed up as Despereaux du...
WHAT I KEEP THINKING ABOUT
is the small boy who was dressed up as Despereaux during a recent school visit, and how he came up to me after the production the kids put on and said: “I don’t know if you remember me, but I played Despereaux.”
He still had on his gigantic ears and his whiskers. He still had hold of his needle sword.
His face was open, delighted, hopeful.
“Yes,” I said. “I remember you.”
“Good,” he said. “Can I hug you?”
is the small boy who was dressed up as Despereaux during a recent school visit, and how he came up to me after the production the kids put on and said: “I don’t know if you remember me, but I played Despereaux.”
He still had on his gigantic ears and his whiskers. He still had hold of his needle sword.
His face was open, delighted, hopeful.
“Yes,” I said. “I remember you.”
“Good,” he said. “Can I hug you?”
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