“If you’re sick,” she said, “that means you should be in bed.” That sounded right. If I could get up, then I must be able to go to school. But that day, I was in a state of dizzy where I couldn’t walk. I rested, sucked on resentful orange segments cut up by my mother and sure enough, when I was ...
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