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It was a
sticky hot
summer afternoon in
July.
She and I had
always
always
competed.
We ran, fist
fought, cat
fought
Indian wrestled, thumb
warred
Bloody knuckled
Not today. We were
Allied today
she whispered
secrets; even wanted
My opinion- what?
I ran with it.
It was
our day and
the whole world was
Ours





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