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#47

When I was around eleven or twelve, my handwriting was eerily similar to what my mother’s handwriting had been when she was the same age. A few years into my teens, I got a spooky chill when I first came across a sample of my maternal grandmother’s preteen handwriting—it was almost exactly the same as mine and my mother’s had been.


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