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I saw him from my window. Face smudged with mud, a twinkle in his eyes, he glanced my way, like he was coaxing me. I didn’t know him, this child, but there was something enticing, alluring, and even my mind knew, was dangerous, but I ventured out anyway. As I got closer, he moved further away. I followed, noticing his face wasn’t the only thing covered with mud. He was, all of him. Where had he come from?  We continued with this little cat and mouse game, or maybe it was follow the leader. At last we stopped, and I watched his eyes, wide and excited, as he watched me drown, in a sea of mud.


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