shoot the kids
i hate it when people ruin things.
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when i was four or five i dropped a brick on an antique typewriter. my father was saving it to take apart with me and my brothers. he looked at me with an expression of such puzzlement and disappointment that i felt much worse than if he had he have hit me.
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when i entered middle school some boys gathered around a grate covering a staircase below ground level in the courtyard at my school. they were throwing rocks and spitting at a sparrow, which had gotten caught underneath the grate. it was flying around down there underneath our feet with great speed and randomness, as if distressed and frightened. i tried to stop the other boys from what they obviously thought was very entertaining. i don't think i have ever cried so hard.
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when i was four or five i dropped a brick on an antique typewriter. my father was saving it to take apart with me and my brothers. he looked at me with an expression of such puzzlement and disappointment that i felt much worse than if he had he have hit me.
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when i entered middle school some boys gathered around a grate covering a staircase below ground level in the courtyard at my school. they were throwing rocks and spitting at a sparrow, which had gotten caught underneath the grate. it was flying around down there underneath our feet with great speed and randomness, as if distressed and frightened. i tried to stop the other boys from what they obviously thought was very entertaining. i don't think i have ever cried so hard.