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  • We barely remembered how to draw the squares and debated the rules of the game. Every jump was paired with a nervous shriek as she regained her balance. We laughed until our side's hurt when she fell over reaching for her stone. I think we only played a handful of times before heading inside with heaving chests.

    With only a rock and piece of chalk we were able to revisit a childhood memory together; a childhood memory that took place fifty-six years apart.
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