by Rolli Jane hated sand. You would too, if you lived in Arizona. Every morning, when she opened her window, SAND blew in her eyes. When she opened her front door, SAND blew in her teeth. Worst of all, when she went for a walk, SAND got between her sandals and her feet. That drove...

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