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24 May 2011

This is a beautiful tool that I bought for my daughter to use in her classroom. It is sturdy and sharp. Unfortunately, I should have focused more on the dimensions – 24″ x 24″ is very large – too large, it turned out, to be stored in her room.

What do you think of this excerpt from a book I’m writing?
I drop my luggage down in the room I remember from when I was a child. It’s big and has a nice window with a view of a big maple tree, I can see the yard I remember from when I was a child.”You remember that yard, don’t you? You used to play with Nate Arlington and Annabelle Dereaux in that yard. You remember them, right?” My dad asks. He’s standing behind me.”Sort of.” I say. I remember a little blonde boy with hazel eyes and a girl with long light brown curls but I don’t remember their names. The last time I saw them was before mom and dad divorced. Before I had to move, before mom died and I had to move again-back here, where Dad suddenly has a new wife who is suddenly pregnant.But Maple School desk that’s not the point.”You’ll remember. The Arlingtons and the Dereauxes will be happy to see you again. Annabelle and Nate will be your friends at school, I’m sure. They’ll remember you.” Dad says. Caralyn yells out for something, so Dad gives me a half smile and runs downstairs.The old room is coming back to me. It smells like cinnamon, just like it used to. It’s still painted off-white and I can tell Caralyn tried to spruce it up as it looks really clean.There’s a small bed, which is new, and new sheets, which are light blue. There’s a shiny wooden desk and a pretty light blue and teal rug. My dad and Caralyn must know my favorite colors.The doorbell rings. It’s very loud, and a little scratchy sounding so it must be old.”I’ll get it!” I yell, and run down the stairs. I open the door to a girl with light brown curly hair, and flawless skin. She’s wearing a tight, shear green sweater with a navy tank top under it and skinny jeans.”Hey…I’m Annabelle Dereaux, I live next door. Are you, like, the Wilson’s niece or something?” She says. Her voice is high and peppy sounding.”No, I’m their daughter. Well, not Karen’s. But, um, I’m living here now.” I stare at my ballet flats.”Oh my gosh! Charlotte Wilson! It’s been like forever!” She hugs me, tight, which I hate because I always feel like my full D-cups are squishing the person hugging me.”Yeah, um, it has.” I say. “You can sure forget your hometown but your hometown can never forget you.” I sigh.
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