"Hey now!? That's just plain rude!" mother exclaimed as she stepped into the yard. The scowl on her face punctuated by the snap close of the spring loaded wooden screen door frame. Her faded green cargo shorts and pale pink tank top reminiscent of her youthfulness, hands poised on jutted hips. I looked from her pose to my hands, and down past them to the the boy who lay bleeding unconscious below me. How could a child my age know any better?
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