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May 17, 2012
She's 1/5 my age, twice my weight, and from where I sit on this bench by the man-made pond here at this small Arkansas park, she looks about four times as tall as I am. She compensates for a lack of intelligence and common sense with loudness and a staggering lack of class. She's one of who knows how many fifth-graders in an after-school program whose sole purpose this afternoon is apparently to disrupt the peace of everything with which the members come into even peripheral contact. Mere seconds after their make their appearance, I feel my ire rising.

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