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21.6.04

i used to play dodgeball.

i was never any good except for that one day - i might have been eight or nine - there was this very athletic, popular, cool, tall boy, who had gotten everyone out, absolutely everyone, except me, probably because i was too small for him to aim at properly. i used to be verrry smmalll. so anyway everyone was out except for me and him. and no i wasn't really cheating - because i knew of course if i picked up the ball and threw it at him, he'd catch it. so he kept trying to hit me, and i ran away, and he went and got the ball, and threw it at me, and i dodged, and this continued.

And this continued and everyone was bored and it was almost a foregone conclusion - but.

And then i caught it. which meant, of course, under the local rules, that not only was he out, but everyone who he got out (namely, everyone) was back in.

our games usually lasted a while.

but anyway i caught it, and there's this moment of stunned silence, and then everyone comes flooding back onto the dodgeball ground / basketball court, and he gives me this evil, black stare and goes and sits on the kerb, and i throw it at somebody and miss and after a bit i get out and he gets back in, and he couldn't be pissed at me because i'm eight years or so younger than he is, and diminutive, and a girl, so it'd look bad on his part if he paid any more attention to me than he ever had.

but i always rather liked dodgeball after that. i duck good.

also i bet that's how the movie ends.

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scrawled @ 22:54