Freddie for elevenismyspiritanimal
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Freddie knelt in front of the television set, eyes wide, leaning forward and listening intently so she could capture every word of the TV reporter's speech and commit it to perfect memory. The reporter was standing in front of a courthouse, and the banner at the bottom of the screen proclaimed "Dahmer trial in progress"
"Freddie!" Mrs. Lounds said sharply. "Turn that off. You aren't old enough."
"Aw, Mom!" Freddie complained. "I've been waiting forever to find out whether they're going to convict him!"
"Honestly, I don't know about you." She shook her head. "You're altogether too interested in that case. It's unnatural. Turn it off."
Freddie reluctantly pressed the switch and stood up. She placed her hands on her hips. "When I grow up, I'm going to be a reporter, and I'm gonna watch trials and hunt murderers all day long."
"Gracious!" Mrs. Lounds rubbed her forehead. "When you grow up, I'm sure I won't be able to stop you."
"Yeah," Freddie said, drawing herself up tall. "No one will."