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Playground swirling monkey bars and teeter totters clash as flocks of children chatter like magpies flapping still wet wings begging for worms with beaks pointed to the sky shrill cries for attention Unlike the magpie, we kill for pleasure a word or glance can leave dents for a lifetime the playground: the first field of battle to earn honor and respect to learn the deadly infighting that our species demands to learn to survive a creature that kills for fun.
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