A genius shoots at something no one else can see and hits it
We sit together outside the Foster Freeze at a sea green metal picnic table.
We eat soft ice cream which has been plunged into a vat of liquid chocolate which will soon be a crispy shell. I don't tell anyone that what makes this work is wax. Or to be more accurate: edible,food grade paraffin wax. As the chocolate cools it holds the vanilla goodness prisoner. Our job is to set it free. Ordinarily I don't even eat ice cream cones. And if I do I obsessing such a precise way as to prevent even a drop of disorder. But not today. I'm in a public place. I'm not even spying.
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Novela Juvenil1. She's different and a genius 2. Almost everything interests her 3. She has learned the hard way 4.she understands that ffamily is what you make it 5. She doesn't have a lot of friends 6. She knows that the most wonderful thing in the world is fee...
