She picks the pencil up and starts again: Once upon a time there was a girl named Ruthy. She had red hair and two sisters, and she liked to run, because she was good at it. Ruthy erases the last part of that sentence and replaces the clause with: very good at it. Then she stares at the words on the page. This time it all sounds boring. Who cares about a Puerto Rican girl from Staten Island on the track team? Who cares about her mother or her sisters or her father?
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