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Nostalgia

As a girl, I lived in a boarding school. I was a risk taker, sneaking out to ride wishing chairs and climb magical trees. Once, I got lost at sea and wouldn’t have made it home without the help of my best friend Charlotte. We barely survived a watery grave. Home in river heights was never boring. Even when it rained, I spent the day solving puzzles and at night, I trudged through red mud and gave my heart to an imperfect hero.
[Remembering some of my favorite books growing up. Pretty obvious. Can you name them all?]

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