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Before I could decipher letters on my own, I curled up in the crook of my mother’s arm and listened to her read Rudyard Kipling’s Just So Stories. “How the Whale Got His Throat” was my top request. It gave me a line that holds a place in my heart alongside my white plastic Easter basket and a long-lost shelf of dolls: You must never forget the suspenders.

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