Every night, as Gertrude got ready for bed, her Momma combing out her tangled hair, she thought, "Tomorrow will be the day where I make a friend." She pictured so many different scenarios in her mind in how this could play out for her. She thought about how maybe, finally she'd be invited to play on the monkey bars with the other girls instead of
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