January 2012
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In the third person, or Mary Sue-age
It was easier — no, more interesting — to define J by what she was not than what she was. After all, she often playfully skimmed at the boundaries of what she could have been but ultimately chose not to be, lines that seemed to grow more solid now and more porous next with each wave lapping the beach.
She was not unfriendly, in the manner of a neighbour who was happy to chat from...