Trish was a
jittery child. Always jumping around and never sat still. She would jump from
pillow to pillow and land as far away from the gap underneath the couch as
possible. Her mother would not believe her stories as she cried at night
holding her feet. When ever her feet peaked out over the edge of her bed, a
little man would grate the skin off the back of her heels with a vegetable
peeler.
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