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Okay, fine However, to this day Angeline reht years old now She has big green eyes like her mother’s and jet black hair like her father’s And she re in her crib, in her soft pink blankets, peacefully thinking about the ocean, and the fishes, and especially about the funny-looking creature with eight legs

There are sorew up she sees that couldn’t be explained any other way

When she was three, her mother, Nina Sandford Persopolis, died

And then again, there are sos you never know

One

How Abel Smells

Angeline lay on the floor of the living roo room was also her bedroom The sofa folded out into a bed

It was a book about a sailor as in love with a beautiful lady who didn’t love hiet her Only he couldn’t forget her, but he was an excellent sailor and he fought a pirate with one eye

Nobody tried to figure out anyeline knew all the stuff she knew, the stuff she knew before she was born Instead, they called her a nah it really didn’t explain anything, everybody considered it a satisfactory explanation Like the way she always knehat toht ask “She’s a genius” they’d be told, and somehow that would explain it And that way, nobody ever had to really try to understand

She heard her father outside the aparte in her book to reet him as he opened it

“Don’t hugher away “I se”

“I like the way you seline