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This story is about a young girl growing up in the new suburbs of Chicago in the 1950's.

She is in the 7th grade, her hair is in loose curls pulled back with a red bow. It is a light auburn like the color of faded mahogany. Her mittens are damp from today's snowball fight and her long black woolen kisses the wet ground slightly, her boots too large, but warm. One day while she was walking home from school in the winters cold, she spotted something. As she turned unto the road exactly one block from hers she blacked out. This is her story.