How tall are you, Constantine?” I asked, unable to hide my tears.
Constantine narrowed her eyes at me.
“How tall is you?”
“Five-eleven,” I cried. “I’m already taller than the boys’ basketball coach.”
“Well, I’m five-thirteen, so quit feeling sorry for yourself.

Author: Kathryn Stockett

How tall are you, Constantine?” I asked, unable to hide my tears.<br />Constantine narrowed her eyes at me. <br />“How tall is you?”<br />“Five-eleven,” I cried. “I’m already taller than the boys’ basketball coach.”<br />“Well, I’m five-thirteen, so quit feeling sorry for yourself. - Kathryn Stockett



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