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I grew up in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
At the age of twelve I spotted a girl planting flowers.
I walked up her driveway to say, "Hi!"
Before I could say, "Hi!" she hit me in the face with her spade.
I ran bleeding from my right eyebrow to my mother.
She washed off my cut and I had a stitch at the hospital.
"Why?" I asked my mother did that girl hit me.
"She did not know you." mom replied.
She took me by the hand to speak with the girl's parents.
The girl apologized.
She thought I was threatening her.
I scratched my stitch and apologized.
She said bleach, "Might take out the blood stains."
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