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same problem with sentences, always leaving a part
dangling, like whenChas asked me, "What do you
want to be when you ..."
"When I what?" I forced her to say.
"Get older. Graduate from..."
"College or high school or the armed services or
secretarial school or computer training?'* I cataloged.
I had taken an immediate dislike to them.

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She giggled too much, and he looked as if he
wanted to be someplace else the moment he
walked into the room.
"Yes," she said, giggling.
"I suppose I want to be a doctor, but I might
want to be a writer. I'm not absolutely sure. What
do you want to be?" I asked her, and she batted
her eyelashes with a smile of utter confusion.
"What?"
"When you..," I looked at Ana, and he
smirked.
Her smile wilted like a flower and gradually
evaporated completely. Her eyes were forbidding
and soon filled with a nervous energy. I couldn't
count how many times she gazed longingly at the
door.
They looked quite relieved when the interview
ended,! didn't have another interview until just a
week ago, but I was happy to met Thelma and
Karl Morris. Apparently, my background didn't
frighten them, nor did my being precocious annoy
them. In fact, afterward, Mr. Philips told me I was ?
exactly what they wanted: an adolescent who|
promised to be no problem, who wouldn't make a J
major demand on their lives, who had sob
independence, and who was in good health.
Thelma seemed convinced that whatever dai
age she believed I'dsuffered as an orphan won
be corrected after a few weeks of life in her ai
Kari's home. I loved her cockeyedoptimism. Sг
was a small woman in her late twenties with
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curly light brown hair and hazel eyes that were as
bright and innocent as a six-year-old's.
Karl was only a few inches taller, with thin dark
brown hair and dull brown eyes. He looked much
older but was only in his eariy thirties. He had a
soft, friendly smile that settled in his pudgy face
like berries in cream. He was stout. His hands