The little Asian kid that lives two doors down is always furiously jumping rope on his front porch. He is about twelve and when he flubs with the rope-jumping, he smacks himself in the head and grumbles under his breath. His Grandma was out there coaching him one day in whatever language they speak. Did jumping rope become an olympic event and nobody told me?
On my way for coffee I ran into a bull dyke walking a bulldog and both scared me. I wanted to whimper and jump into nearby shrubbery to hide.
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