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Submitted to Contest #74
I'm careening out the back door, now, towards the playhouse, the one which stands upon four oaken stilts. Mother, her vorpal wooden spoon in hand, is hot on my trail. She has a dark vengeance in her eyes, the likes of which I have not seen since my tongue was caught pointing in father's direction. But this nothing like that, for today my actions were motivated not by spite or petty self-indulgence, but by honor and justice. Can't you see, mother, that Susie had to be shoved? Didn't you hear how she mocked me? All I said was that I wanted to ...
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