named Yevette .
She was seven
and a half.
Her leg was covered in
temporary tattoos
when she walked in.
I asked her why,
but she only turned her face away,
and took a bite
from her granny smith apple.
Twenty minutes later,
she sat down next to me
and started talking.
I told her that she didn't talk
like most seven year olds.
She was clearly very smart.
She knew.
She told me she was in
the highest reading level in her grade.
I told her that I was too,
when I was little.
(I then apologized for calling her little)
I asked her why
she wouldn't talk to me before.
She just shrugged,
and told me-
Her cousin had stuck about a dozen
temporary tattoos on her
when she was sleeping.
I said that was awesome.
She said her cousin is evil.
I asked her what she wanted to be
when she grew up.
A lawyer.
Why?
Because I'm a good liar.
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