You’re a watcher, aren’t you?” Peter said. “I can tell. You watch and listen. But you know what I’m betting. The thing you can’t see so clear is yourself.” I was startled. Here I was, trying to come up with something to say about the weather, and he said something real. “What do you mean?” I asked. “You don’t walk like a girl who knows how pretty she is, for one thing. That’s a crying shame.
-Judy Blundell
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