"No hopping," I answered.
"Everyone can hop," Mitchell said.
"Not me." Then I proved it to him.
"Wow," said Mitchell. Twice.
I sat down on the step beside him. Except I fell off, because my body was a little confused from trying to hop.
"See?" I said. "I can’t even do sitting. It’s hopeless."
"Maybe not. Cheer up. Maybe you have a really great talent you just haven’t figured out yet."
I gave Mitchell a "See? I’m cheered up already!" smile. But it was just my mouth pretending.
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