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304 language lesson Language Lesson Grace Cavalieri (1995) It was a day much like this, grey, with drizzle, my mother took me visiting, which was a big event. She didn’t drive a car, seldom went out. How did we get there? My father, perhaps, who worked in a bank nearby. He must have dropped us by this large white house with grand pillars. I can’t imagine why we were wanted there but I met a boy my age. I suppose that was it. Get the toddlers together, Ready to learn to play. I assessed the toys, and took my pick, a brand new trike, and oh how it went, as shiny as it looked. My new playmate ran crying filled with envy and complaint: Me wants the bike Me wants it now. I stopped. The wheels froze on the rug as I looked at my foe ‘‘ME wants the bike?’’ I felt the sweet pleasure of Grace Cavalieri 305 superiority, the first ache of it, age three. There would be no contest. I could play as long as I liked. I had him by the pronoun. It was the happiest day of my life. ...

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