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Mama told me we're just playing hide and seek with men pretending they're police. I love to play hide and seek. Don't you too? We are hiding in my neighbour's closet and I'm giggling. My mama holds her hand over both our mouths. I and my mama sit together quietly but I am hearing grown-ups yell outside. I ask my Mama why? No reply. Then I heard a man and mama's face was ice. He sounded very angry and he asked me where we are hid. Then I jumped, yelled at him: peekaboo! Now it's my story – and others – you read on the news, hidden by the oversaturated, gold photo of the front-man; my miserable life made by him
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Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 5:57 PM UTC
Peekaboo
Mama told me we're just playing hide and seek with men pretending they're police. I love to play hide and seek. Don't you too? We are hiding in my neighbour's closet and I'm giggling. My mama holds her hand over both our mouths. I and my mama sit together quietly but I am hearing grown-ups yell outside. I ask my Mama why? No reply. Then I heard a man and mama's face was ice. He sounded very angry and he asked me where we are hid. Then I jumped, yelled at him: peekaboo! Now it's my story – and others – you read on the news, hidden by the oversaturated, gold photo of the front-man; my miserable life made by him
Based loosely on a story I heard from a friend in the US
Nebylla
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Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 5:57 PM UTC
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