“Thank you. Here—I brought you this!” Mr. Gleevers set a paper carton of chocolate milk on my desk—just like the ones kids got with school lunches—getting a laugh out of me. The night patrons of Book Nookery knew I had a thing for milk—which was kind of funny considering I could turn into a cat, and cats, despite the popular belief, are lactose intolerant and drinking milk can make them sick. I’d been obsessed with drinking milk as a kid. My adopted family were all model/basketball star tall. I was average height, but I felt short and squat next to them. When I was in elementary school I was
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