[μμ΄ μμ€] The Year of Billy Miller(Kevin Henkes)
The Year of Billy Miller

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On the stage, it was as if heβd been separated from his body, and now heβd caught up with himself. Everything was back to normal. βYou did it!β said Mama. βYou did it beautifully.β βBut I didnβt do it by heart,β said Billy. βIt doesnβt matter.β βHow did you have a copy of my poem?β asked Billy. βI took it from Ms. Silver when I followed you onto the stage,β replied Mama. A moment passed and then Billy asked, βDid you think that I couldnβt do it?β Without missing a beat, Mama said, βI just wanted a souvenir from this wonderful night.β Whatever the reason, Billy was grateful that Mama had done what sheβd done. They went back to their seats to watch the rest of the show.
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Explosions like little volcanoes were going off inside him. He felt wonderful. Maybe, heβd never felt better. And then, because he felt so good, and because he could not stop himself, he leaned into the silent microphone and exclaimed in a voice meant just for Mama, βThis is the Year of Billy Miller.β
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