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How to be a Good Brat?

By Celine Lopez | October 9, 2002 - 12:00am

I was always told as a child to be nice. And as a child I was very nice. I spoke softly even if my temper was searing. This sort of social martyrdom bled into my later years, until one day I looked in the mirror...

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