Bol
The book of words arrived the way childhood does: crooked, breathless, smudged with eraser dust. Letters leaned like new walkers, falling into margins, standing back up. Spelling was a guess, meaning a dare. Crayons argued with pencils; notebooks smelled of glue and rain. Each page held a small bravery, saying something before knowing how. Those scribbles weren't messy.
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