it was on. this was a fight. brandon waddled behind me like a giant penguin,. it was on. it was on.
there was a thin line of frozen coating my midriff. but it was on, and suddenly i couldn't pay it any more attention. dareus was stalking me, with a densely packed lump of snow resting on his outstretched hand. i quickened my pace, and brandon did the same. "this is why i don't like him". what? i resumed consciousness of what my life really consisted of. it wasn't pretty. there was a lot of social drama. i didn't want to think about it. "why not? it's just snow. you'll be fine. we've been playing with it all day". lies. it was night. and we weren't playing.
i pondered whether or not i could outrun him, fully geared in my outwear. my boots alone must've weighed ten pounds. but i tried. if i could make it down the hill, then i could run into curtis, and stash myself into
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