he wasn't the problem. no, although he was a devilish boy, he was not the problem this time.
the problem was peter, who wouldn't let go of me, no matter how hard i begged. the problem was the circle of friends, now at a far distance, were chanting peter's name.
this was not going to happen to me.
so i stopped begging, and began to hit him. i hit him until he was on the ground instead of on me.
and then i ran.
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countdown
Poetrythe day i had become stuck with him was the day the countdown had begun.
