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This sum­mer has a pat­tern and a habit that winds through it: com­ing down to the kitchen in the early morn­ing, the only one awake in the house; slid­ing the latch on Bella and Charlie’s crate; Bella skit­ter­ing behind me in a hurry and then right­ing her­self when I open the door off the kitchen […]

No irony. Glee. And energy. Nor­mal, inside a his­tory of non-conformity.