When I was 8 I threw pebbles at a car with Amanda outside my red-doored house and the car
stopped. Started backing up. Amanda didn't know I threw pebbles and
I bolted right back into the house. She didn't know to follow me right away.
"HEY! WHERE YOU GOING?!"
I didn't answer her with anything more than the front red door slamming behind me.
She could have been ran over by a peeved motoritarian. I thought it'd be funny to throw rocks.
It turned out not to be.
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