Me and a nice possibly indigenous boy who thought I was good didn't get treated so well by the not very relaxed or happy blond mom who pretty much just wanted to take care of her own son and maybe the neighbor's daughter, and I think my little sister was also more inconvenient to her, and I was kinda just a neutral whatever figure in the middle of these kids, and my finger still has a scar from when she impatiently poked me to get a splinter out ðŸ˜
No, scratch that. It was there for years, but it's gone now.
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