I tugged again at my collar and dragged my feet in the dust, allowing it to sift back onto my socks and shoes like gritty red snow. I hated the dress. And the shoes. There was little I could do in a dress, and as for shoes, they imprisoned freedom-loving feet accustomed to the feel of the warm earth.
From Mildred D. Taylor, Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry. Copyright 1976 by Mildred D. Taylor
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Test result: Sixth grade - identify the narrative point of view 2
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