When I was 8 years old, I sat on the floor of my bedroom and wrote a story about best friends who swapped identities and tricked all of their friends and family. At the time, it was a masterpiece and set to be published (hardcover, obvi). Re-reading it now, I’m pretty sure I was morphing the Parent Trap and Freaky Friday together in a really bad re-telling. In 2nd grade, I wrote my first book report and my teacher commented on it that a summary is not an entire re-telling of the book (Mr. Popper’s Penguins, by the way). I

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