While playing some semi-legit 4 square this 4th of July with a bunch of nerds, I couldn't help but have flashbacks to the blacktops of the 5th grade school playground where we used to play some pretty intense games. Back in a time when all the dickweed boys let you know you weren't the prettiest girl in the square by never taking it easy on you, doing more cherry bombs than was necessary. And you're like, "I GET IT! You want to feel my friend's bra, not mine! You don't dig this Winnie the Pooh t-shirt! I just want to PLAY!" So, it came full circle because I didn't take that shit this time around - I was there to dominate. And, I wasn't even wearing a bra.
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