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Our sweaty hands grasped tightly, white-knuckling, bracing for impact. My paint-and-peel green nail polish ruined by the last round. "It matches the grass stain on your white tights!" Cody yells from across the yard. I'll get you for that, traitor. We call him over-- Time slows, cheeks redden, teeth clenched. Our bodies bend with the sudden contact. Too strong for Cody, we stand tall, Grass stains and tears follow him home.
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 6:04 PM UTC
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Our sweaty hands grasped tightly, white-knuckling, bracing for impact. My paint-and-peel green nail polish ruined by the last round. "It matches the grass stain on your white tights!" Cody yells from across the yard. I'll get you for that, traitor. We call him over-- Time slows, cheeks redden, teeth clenched. Our bodies bend with the sudden contact. Too strong for Cody, we stand tall, Grass stains and tears follow him home.
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 6:04 PM UTC
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