It's the Monday before winter break at my school. There are huge mud puddles at the bus stop and boys are throwing snowballs (made of ice). On boy, not naming names, threw an iceball and it hit me on the side of my face near the corner of my mouth. I didn't care, as long as it wasn't bleeding so I don't have to explain it to the teachers. It wasn't. And that is why I love the indoors!
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