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I apologise. It's careless--not slipshod but heartless--to put the reader in this position.
Every class has a golden child. Not a teacher's pet, but one beautiful pupil who shares a secret understanding open only to those two people.
Julie was the golden girl. I wanted, quite badly, in fact, to hate her. (A curious human propensity--when we do not hate, we often want to hate). She spoke very little in class, and when she did it was always in a low voice as she calmly delivered her statement or question--but more often it was a statement. She was not very visually stunning, and seemed to have no special talents except literature which was my territory, and oft there did she romp.
No, that was not it at all, at all. No, that was not it at all.
Every class has a golden child. Not a teacher's pet, but one beautiful pupil who shares a secret understanding open only to those two people.
Julie was the golden girl. I wanted, quite badly, in fact, to hate her. (A curious human propensity--when we do not hate, we often want to hate). She spoke very little in class, and when she did it was always in a low voice as she calmly delivered her statement or question--but more often it was a statement. She was not very visually stunning, and seemed to have no special talents except literature which was my territory, and oft there did she romp.
No, that was not it at all, at all. No, that was not it at all.