Her sentence: "...Mrs. Baker seemed like yet another mile-high woman about to do me in. She had immense, light, hooded eyes and a very quiet voice that said, not damnation for my noise, but "Would you like to hear a story, little girl?"
My sentence: "The librarian appeared to be carrying a teeter-tottering stack of books. She spoke ever so quietly to me, as a testament to my loud, annoying outbursts."
Malcolm X's sentence: "It was because of my letters that I happened to stumble upon starting to acquire some kind of a homemade education."
My sentence: "My do-it-yourself tutelage was brought on by what seemed to be my never-ending stay in prison. I fell, face-first and hands-up, into the beginning of my new life."
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