A Fourth of July Story, Sort Of

The summer I turned nine, I was filming a movie far away from home, and staying in a beautiful neighborhood in a beautiful city. There were lots of kids to play with, and most of them I got along with. One kid I did not: he was a boy, and while I didn’t outright dislike boys, they were more likely to be know-it-alls. And as a competitive know-it-all myself, I could not stand for that.

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