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“Good job, John!”, whined Danielle.
Although John wasn't like the rest of his classmates, he was the best at Hide n’ Seek. He had a talent, an inexplicable talent at finding people. Even he didn’t know how he was so adept. Perhaps he would one day become a spy or an FBI agent?
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Thud!!!
John fell face-first into the snow.
“Ha! Get rekt, Johnny-boi!”
“Hey, stop that!”, retorted Danielle.
“Still protecting your little *er-hem* girlfriend, Dannie-pie? C’mon, why do you even hang out with this loser?!”, replied sarcastically Harry, followed by the chuckles of his troop. “Why do you even hang out with him? All he does is cry and mope around.”
“Grindr is for men, dipshit!”
In a flash, John kicked his assailant’s feet, tripping him, resulting in a backwards fall. With a sudden surge of adrenaline and strength, John screamed and began to punch Harry, over and over and over again, until there was nothing left of him but a crying child covered in fruit punch with blueberry stains on his face.
Scared shitless, the rest of Harry’s brigade ran, but in vain. John would find them.
