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And she won't stop growing.
No matter how many times I implore her to do so, she just...won't...stop.
She reads chapter books and listens to boy bands.
She likes to exchange knowing looks when we see other kids acting out in public.
She writes me letters when she is upset with me.
She wears scuffed brown boots and skinny jeans almost every day.
She remembers the name of my boss.
She has given up on the possibility of a younger sibling.
She is a stickler for schedules.
She just wants people to be nice to each other.
She has grown.
And she won't stop growing.
This is a good thing, right?
