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Maxine and I went one day to Little
Spatterdock pond to throw rocks.
Maxine Accidentally threw a rock on my head.
we walked back to teh house, cying both, and holding hands blood drippig down my face onto the nice new jacket I was wearing. Blood wouldttywashn't wash out.
Aunt Margueret casually took a towel out and cleaned up some of the blood, unoprturved. She was a vereran of childhood wounds.
I asked her what the wound looked like.
Dried beef,...
December 02, 2015