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Janette Richie didn’t like you much as was shown that time in Mr Finn’s class when she slapped your face for something you’d said leaving you with a spinning head and a red cheek but that aside and her rather plump frame and maybe spectacles you kind of like her motherliness the bossiness around the class the way she walked the wiggly *** but whatever it was you’d said to her to invite the slap it was just a string of words carrying no malice or meaning to hurt and the sensation of her hand of flesh touching your young boy’s cheek a nearness she hadn’t thought on or given any deeper probe than the desire to swipe an annoying boy not realizing that the gesture and the plump hand landing had more than a momentary feel or touch you there after kind of liked her in your secret way never repeating the words said about her plumpish frame or swaying *** or the spectacles of thick glass and maybe the other boys laughed and thought it some joke of misjudgement on your part but you found a secret place for her in your nine year old heart.
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 3:24 AM UTC
JANETTE AND YOU AND THE SLAPPED FACE.
Janette Richie didn’t like you much as was shown that time in Mr Finn’s class when she slapped your face for something you’d said leaving you with a spinning head and a red cheek but that aside and her rather plump frame and maybe spectacles you kind of like her motherliness the bossiness around the class the way she walked the wiggly *** but whatever it was you’d said to her to invite the slap it was just a string of words carrying no malice or meaning to hurt and the sensation of her hand of flesh touching your young boy’s cheek a nearness she hadn’t thought on or given any deeper probe than the desire to swipe an annoying boy not realizing that the gesture and the plump hand landing had more than a momentary feel or touch you there after kind of liked her in your secret way never repeating the words said about her plumpish frame or swaying *** or the spectacles of thick glass and maybe the other boys laughed and thought it some joke of misjudgement on your part but you found a secret place for her in your nine year old heart.
terry-collett
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 3:24 AM UTC
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