So I'm swinging, sun-rays in my face, happy as a clam and then a little girl comes over and peers up at me. Her face expresses a mixture of angst and heartbreak. She's essentially giving me the stinkiest of stink-eyes. I said to her, "Early bird gets the swing, bitch." I continued to swing for 30 more glorious minutes.
Emotional blackmail is useless. Nothing comes between me, my swing and the sun.

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