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LoreLodi, Wisconsin, 1929I'm four or five years old. Faces, moments, feelings. I'm meeting the world for the first time.
Uncle Tomás says, just wait until you see Jenny.
I think that's a pretty name because it rhymes with Penny, which is my favorite coin because it's the name of my teacher, who is pretty.
The sound of her rumbles in my…
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