There was a girl who was busy and relentlessly friendly. She filled every second of everyday with activities and new friends, she said a lot of interesting things, and she was proud of her ability to fill silence. ‘never a dull moment when I’m around’, she would sometimes say to herself admiringly, and if she were in front of a mirror she might give herself a sunny smile or a wink. Her name was Mean Something.
Mean Something was always on the look out for things that were NEW. She loved NEW things. New hair styles, new music, new ways to wear your jeans, new fads new programmes on tv, anything. She loved it when people said to her, ‘where did you get your jacket?’, and she could tell them how much it was, and what designer made it possible.
Mean Something had so many friends, so many, she sometimes laughed, that she hardly knew anything about any of them! She was always striving to have a point. For as she herself said on many occasions, there was no fate more terrible, than to not have a point. One must never be pointless, she said.
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Mean Something was always on the look out for things that were NEW. She loved NEW things. New hair styles, new music, new ways to wear your jeans, new fads new programmes on tv, anything. She loved it when people said to her, ‘where did you get your jacket?’, and she could tell them how much it was, and what designer made it possible.
Mean Something had so many friends, so many, she sometimes laughed, that she hardly knew anything about any of them! She was always striving to have a point. For as she herself said on many occasions, there was no fate more terrible, than to not have a point. One must never be pointless, she said.
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