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Today small children pretended to choke me.
Over, and over. In the same room where I used to really for real really choke small children, as a seventh and then eighth grader with extraordinarily little control, self or otherwise. All the laughter soundless and explosive.
For so long I have been thinking not much at all about my middle school, and then, this, a quote unquote job at a summer camp held on its, well, campus, and me there, every day, during the same hours, moving around familiar corners.
Ugh.
Over, and over. In the same room where I used to really for real really choke small children, as a seventh and then eighth grader with extraordinarily little control, self or otherwise. All the laughter soundless and explosive.
For so long I have been thinking not much at all about my middle school, and then, this, a quote unquote job at a summer camp held on its, well, campus, and me there, every day, during the same hours, moving around familiar corners.
Ugh.