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I was an impatient child. In my Howdy-Doody-style cowboy hat with chin strap, my red cowboy boots without socks, my fringed faux-leather skirt and dirty striped t-shirt, I’d stomp. I’d pout and stomp. My skin was tanned, my shoulder-length hair was uncombed, and sun bleached, my mouth was stained by red Kool Aid and maybe grape jelly.
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By C Jane Taylor5
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I was an impatient child. In my Howdy-Doody-style cowboy hat with chin strap, my red cowboy boots without socks, my fringed faux-leather skirt and dirty striped t-shirt, I’d stomp. I’d pout and stomp. My skin was tanned, my shoulder-length hair was uncombed, and sun bleached, my mouth was stained by red Kool Aid and maybe grape jelly.
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