I only ate applesauce at the kitchen table, but I read in a lot of different places. The bed. The floor. The couch. I tried the backyard but the grass made my forearms itch. One time in 7th grade I was caught reading Harry Potter in Home Ec. The teacher scolded me. She also taught me how to cook baklava. I read another paragraph before I put it back in my bag. I butchered the baklava.

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Then I began to write. Books. Poems. Reviews. Essays. Short stories. My family's history. Even some comics. Now I write copy, but sometimes for fun too.​