Who was I?Look at that hip jutting out like that.
The saucy tilt of the head.
The demure downcast eyes.
I was 8.
Thanks Mr and Mrs S for surprising me with this oldie in my inbox.
I remember catching tiny moths in your front lawn's clover patch, but I have no recollection of this day of "dress up".
Are you sure that's me?
What the hell happened?
Where did that confident chick disappear to?
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