Yes, I will admit I was hated for being such an AMAZING chess player (second only to my astounding wit) however, I will not conceed that poor little Dave Renne would have been injured by my mere dunking attempt. While my swimming and strength skills are mirrored to the above referenced actions, I would never have let my dear friend drown, nearly unthinkable! You see, I was told by a very good source (Elizabeth Peirce) that Dave had a crush on me; and being the little unfeminine, tom-boy who was entirely without positive flirting skills that I was, I thought the only way to reciprocate such harmless elementary school ponderings would be to, of course, bully him!
While, it turns out my informate was severely mistaken, one can only imagine the utter mortification I suffered at the hand (or should I say fist) of Mr. Rene. ( I cried the whole way home, some tom-boy eh?)What Dave will never know (oh until now of course) was that my . . .
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