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Can we have a picture of the story?
Answer:
What they don’t understand about birthdays and what
they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten,
and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and
three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your
eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You
open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s
today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re
still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you
eleven.
Explanation:
The red= book
The yellow= Amy
Amy is the proper noun because it is the name of someone and book is common because it isn’t a name of something or someone it is an object.
