has a tube of toothpaste to thank for introducing her to another world apart from the verbal. A notebook came with the toothpaste pack and, having nothing better to do with the blank sheets, left her writing a five-liner "story" about her grandparents who went to the market to buy, of all things, an ostrich egg.
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Gosh so this is what it feels like to get published. It's an interesting mix of "What was I thinking" with ''Ohmigoodness" and some "I don't remember writing that" topped off with an indecipherable series of gurgles and almost-somersaults.
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