What Sam Said
Today, at lunch, Sam held up a piece of lettuce, a heart of romaine that looked like a pale green spine. “I wish you could see yourself in this piece of lettuce,” he said.
“Uhhh, hmm. I don’t think I get it,” I said.
“I wish it was a little mirror, and I could hold it up like this, and you could see how pretty you are, sitting over there.”
“Uhhh, hmm. I don’t think I get it,” I said.
“I wish it was a little mirror, and I could hold it up like this, and you could see how pretty you are, sitting over there.”
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