Hailee Wolf

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He leafed through it until he came to April eighth. He drew a circle around the eighth and wrote his name on that page of the calendar. “April eighth is my birthday,” he said. He leafed through the calendar, singled out another date and wrote “Mother.” Then on another dated sheet, he wrote “Papa.” Then on another he wrote “Dorothy.” “These are the birthdays of Mother, Papa, and Dorothy,” he told me.
Dibs: In Search of Self
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