Stella was an inquisitive child. From the time she could talk, she spoke in questions. Ever curious about the world around her, Stella's curiosity flustered all those with whom she came in contact. Those that were closest to the girl were flustered in a bemused sort of way, but every so often she got on people's nerves. Her mother always told her, "don't you let them worry you, Stella. It's not a sin to ask questions." By and large, most people did not fall into the latter category; nearly everyone was more than happy to oblige her.
(I'd really like to get more into this story, so I'll likely revisit it and add on.)
(I'd really like to get more into this story, so I'll likely revisit it and add on.)
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