There was paint everywhere. Paint on my shirt, my fingers, on the dish drainer in the sink where I’d washed the brush. But the job was done and I was thrilled I’d finished it. I stood back and looked at my handwork. I was going to have the best sign at the march, that was obvious. Wait! I misspelled a word!

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

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