Chapter 3 Not a Nutball
Chapter 3 Not a Nutball
Mrs. blew her whistle. That means come in from recess.
Lucille and that Grace ran to get me.
'Cause I was still in the grass, that's why. Lucille was happy and sparkly.
"Didn't you love him, Junie B.? Wasn't he so handsome?
He was even handsomer up close, don't you think? He was nice, too. Wasn't he nice?"
That Grace was happy and sparkly, too.
"He said he liked my high tops," she told me. "He said he liked my dress," said Lucille.
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