Girl Lily Jo is not my name. Yet. But I’m working on that. That’s why I’m in the closet. Literally in my mom’s walk-in closet, with Meatball at my heels. I scratch under Meatball’s chin, and his tiny pink tongue pokes out the side of his mouth. He’s adorable like that. “Practice,” I tell Meatball. “Only six days until school starts.” I ha…
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