Way more special than my little boy who was brown person friend was to the little-minded shallow and sad white mom blonde babysitter. Who was so different from the nice not-a-mom but cool and fun blonde teenager with a swimming pool in her backyard babysitter. I don't know. I feel kind of bad for her (the mom who probably just needed to take care of her own child instead of take care of other people's children) but at the same time she was so mean, and she left this permanent scar on my body. I just looked at the scar just now. I still have it. She left a permanent scar that exists over 40 years later on my freaking finger. It's still there. She dug too deeply with a needle to get the splinter out. Grrrr! It's still there, after all of these years! Take care if you dig splinters out of kids' fingers.
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