‘How’d you do, M.J.?’ Gwen asked. ‘Pretty good,’ she said, ‘we won again, 3-1.’ ‘Didja score?’ ‘Yeah, peanut, 2 goals, one assist....�� ‘Yay!’ Gwen yelled, raising her little arms above her head. Her mother smiled. M.J. went to the kitchen and took the plate of cold chicken and frozen peas that her mother left for her, sat down at the table and ate it without much enthusiasm. M.J. generally considered food nothing more that fuel necessary to maintain her physical activity, probably because her. For a moment he paused to examine his camouflage. His legs and arms were magnificently scrapped, but even better was his bloody right knee and his right hand, which had managed to pick up four or five thorns. Grinning from ear to ear, he trudged back around the hill and toward the house. On the way he realized that he seemed too happy. He started to work on managing some tears and held his breath to make his face look redder. She would never even guess what really happened. He had decided to. More

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