On TV, Elemento runs. Scenes of children in uniform running and playing. I’m taken back to my childhood, when I was in my elementary school uniform – running and playing and having fun like the boys on TV.
The kid I’m watching is swapped with an Elemento. I’m not sure how that happens, but as far as I know, when an elemento is involved, there’s a swapping… of “elements”, so to speak.
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“I just could not,” was my laconic reply to Papa when he asked me years ago, why I didn’t tell on Mrs. B*****. “I would’ve had a word with her,” he asserted.
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I etched our initials on a wooden desk;
C & J – to immortalize our love…
and mark this nest!
The next generation will see, that once, there had been…
Two young peas in a pod, playing love’s game.
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Don’t get me wrong, please. I’m not a “pedo” or some sick pervert with crafty notions of… Ah, what am I saying? Of course you already have notions in your head; first impressions and what not. My fault, really, for choosing this sucky introduction and not thinking further to improve such or to change it.
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