I always kind of admired Elle.
Actually, no, that’s not really the case. I admire her now, present tense. When I was younger, past tense, I worshipped her.
Nope, that’s not a strong enough sentiment either. As a kid, I, in all seriousness, wanted to be Elle.
It all started that day in the car, as we were driving away from the hospital, ignoring the
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