Phoebe stared into the distance, her gaze drifting past the interplay of leaves and their shadows against the back fence. She was a good girl, she had been told this many times. “You’re a good girl,” they would say, and she knew and believed. Yet the words could not content her. Yes, she was a good girl — but was she the goodest girl in the whole wide world? Was she? Was she?

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