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  • Yesterday was her 8th birthday and she was eating a birthday pickle while waiting, with her family, for her table to be ready at a nearby restaurant. Zelda ("with a Z" as she told me) was as precocious as they come. When I asked if I could take her photograph she said "of course!" when I asked if others had asked before, she said "hmm..."surprisingly...no..." When I told her there was a famous writer named Zelda Fitzgerald she said "F.Scott's wife...I have her biography, and I plan to read it when I'm older."

    Hmmm... that's likely to be next week.
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