Maggie loved to sing.
She sang when she rode the bus. All the passengers would smile, except Mrs. Ellis, who worked all night at a café. She would sigh. Then Maggie’s mother would say, “Sing softer, Maggie.”
Maggie sang in the supermarket. All the shoppers would smile, except Ned the produce man. He would just roll his eyes. Then Maggie’s mother would say, “Sing softer, Maggie.”
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