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As a girl, she was often in trouble in grade school for enthusiastically talking about anything and everything that came into her mind whenever it did come into her mind. She was often made to stand still and quiet in the corner while the rest of her classmates got to go outside for recess and as she’d stand there with her back to her teacher she’d silently mouth words to the wall, for she was nothing if not a sneakily defiant girl, even at age eight.
And as she got older, she decided that sometimes, walls were more interesting than people, or at least in any case they were much better listeners. It wasn’t a crazy thing. It wasn’t like she thought the walls were human, or, to be honest, that they could even really hear her, because a wall is just a wall. But even so, when she became full of things to say without anybody in particular to say them to, she’d stand for awhile and tell the wall everything. One might think this came from loneliness or misanthropy, but it was more that the walls were inherently trustworthy. And some things are best kept between a girl and the wall, which is most certainly a universal truth, or, she figured, it should be.
So despite all the time she missed on the elementary school playground (because her fourth grade teacher didn’t understand that sitting still and being quiet were almost entirely overrated), she found a lifelong friend, which is a rare and lovely gift in this uncertain world.
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