When Kim tells me we're going to be a team, I look at you with a bored face, sizing you up. You're shorter than me, fragile. I cross my arms and step up beside you, we wait together to see which two teams will start the game. I'm guessing you'll be on my shoulder, not me on yours. I say. You smile, but the smile immediately disappears from your face as I look at you with a sharp glance.
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