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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

I am so Violent!

We were at Playa del Forte, I think. We were laying on the sand, I had my shirt off, I think it was before I went in the water. Xiao was sitting up beside me. She had taken some pictures of my face, including one that made her and Moning giggle because it was “sexy” and me embarrassed because I didn’t think it was a good picture of me at all. It was sunny, the beach was short, the water was blue. She was wearing purple shorts and purple sunglasses, sometimes on top of her head. She saw a bug crawling somewhere near me and told me to watch out, so I got up and looked for it while I brushed the sand off of me. She followed it with her eyes. I saw it. It was a tiny, tiny ant, definitely harmless, now crawling through the sand in the hole between my elbow and my body. She started to smack her hand softly onto the ground right on top of the ant. It lived, because sand it soft and it moves, and her hand would basically just waft it away. Every time she came down on top of it she’d say, “I’m so violent!” *smack* “I’m so violent!” *smack* “I’m so violent!” She was smiling and laughing very quietly to herself.

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