rebellion in her soul. She made friends with the dull boys and did her duties, so her parents would be happy with her, but inside, she worked away at becomin’ the kind of woman she wanted to be when she got old enough to do things her way. She listened to rock n’ roll, read copies of banned books by the light of her fish tank late at night, and doodled in the margins of Gideon’s Bible. She was a good kid, a good girl, and when the time came that she turned eighteen, she was ready to take off into the sunset, no man, no rules, just a rucksack filled with booze and jerky, a head full’a crazy
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