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Writing anecdotes was not an arduous task for Rebecca. She loved writing. She would write short stories, or even screenplays, for her sister, Reyna, to act out. She would write catchy slogans for her next protest against abandonment and unfair treatment of any kind. Her cousin, Sonia, had tried to get her to calm down and only write as often as the other kids, but Rebecca wouldn't assimilate, she was her own independent person.
She was benevolent to all, even those who disagreed with her views. In the chaos that was her life, she kept herself on track. On her calendar, she had every little detail written chronologically, from Reyna's ballet recitals, to her own next game or protest.
In many of her protests, when there wasn't a slogan, she was citing from an online article. She always spoke with coherent words, and almost never had to clarify what she said.
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