She hops up and down on the sofa cushions. She looks so funny, only one side, the curly side of her hair bouncing as she hops. The other side, straight and stubborn, remains limpish. She mis-steps and lands on her bottom on the floor. Immediately, she gets up, struggles back onto the couch and begins hopping again.
"Again. I doed it again."
She keeps hopping until her sister plucks her off the sofa and carriers her down the hall. She kisses her sister on the shoulder (missed her cheek). And her sister says goodnight.
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