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Dedicated to my ninth grade creative writing teacher, Mr. Bunsey, who continually kicked me in the shins, by waving his feet while he sat on top of his desk, and decided, when I submitted my first work, that because I was a non-standard girl, a girl with impairments, that I had to have made it up.
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