In Seward, my sister and I were standing near a playground while we waited for something. We observed a boy and a girl whacking the low branches of a pine tree with tennis rackets. Not saying anything, just hitting the tree as hard as they could.
Then we saw a little girl grab a little boy by the arm and say, "You'll be my prisoner now!" Another boy trotted up and said, "I'll save you!" and the prisoner said to him, through clenched teeth, "No. I want to."
Your perfect man in twenty years.
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