Beauty#5 - Shweta Patro Beauty p 60#5 When I was four years...

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Unformatted text preview: Shweta Patro Beauty p. 60 #5 12/3/09 When I was four years old, I knew I would grow up to be Cinderella. Although Cinderella might not have been called cute or ostentatious (whatever that meant), I was confident that I would develop into a stunning cartoon princess, all sparkles and smiles. My best friend Allegra was also going to be a princess (Sleeping Beauty), and we would live together with our princes in a castle. To practice, we would often play the game House (Castle might have been a better title). This was a game that every child revered. House was not just a game, it was an assertion of social status. As it turned out, princesses were afforded the highest rank. All of the other players, usually the younger ones, were accessories. Allegra and I established our castle at the newspaper recycling shed adjacent to the dumpster at the very end of the last street in the neighborhood. It was the terminating end of a cul-de-sac. It was ideal, because the shed had a lush mat of grass within a ten foot radius that cul-de-sac....
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