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When I was in first grade I liked to chew up some green crayon, get it all nice and wet with my spit, surreptitiously deposit it on my arm, and then complain that I'd cut myself. Becky was appalled to see the green "blood". I told her it was because I wasn't from here. I was from a higher race on the sun. My mother would include a little baggie of Cheerios in my lunch pail as dessert. Becky thought that was odd as well. I told her sun people were addicted to Cheerios.
Becky was awed by all this. She did whatever I wanted her to.
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