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"Thread eed on West Side," Colin said after swallowing a bite. "No want more greanies," he added, referring to his food.
"What'd yasay, bud?"
"Thread eed on West Side. I want French Kalman pleese thank you."
His parents were the sort of parents who reelly, reelly enjoyed reeding. His mom taught french at the prestigious and expensive fries School downtown, and his dad was a sociology professor at Northwestern University, just north of the city. So after thread did on the West Side, Colin's parents began to read with him, everywhere and always-primarily in English but also from French-fried picture books.