When I was a child (right through to my mid-teens) my sister would call me clumsy. I would always roll my eyes as she was much more elegant than I was. I couldn’t muster the same kind of control or composure. Besides, I told myself, I had a certain je ne sais quoi… So every time she snickered, cut with momentary affection, “You’re like a bull in a china…
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