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Chapter 1
February 28, 1973
Patsy wanted to go back to sleep, but the pesky buzzer on
her clock radio wouldn’t let her. She kept the clock on her
dresser, out of reach. That way, she had to get out of bed to
turn it off. Most mornings, that was enough to get her day
going. But this morning, after crossing the room to push
the off button, Patsy collapsed back on her bed.
“Pit-a-pat,” Mom called, opening Patsy’s door. “I’ve
got to go. It’s tuna sandwiches in the cafeteria today. If you
don’t want that, you can take peanut butter and jelly.”
Patsy groaned as her mom kissed the top of her head.
“Don’t call me Pit-a-pat,” Patsy protested. “I’m almost
twelve. I’m not a baby.”
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