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We were young, and I always knew I hated him, but I couldn't quite remember why.

Perhaps it was because of the one time I had playfully tossed stones towards him, and he responded by throwing rocks at me...

I even yelled "Catch!", as a gentlemen does, right before the stone, a pebble really, struck him in the temple. It wasn't my fault, that he clearly didn't listen.

Ever since that playful accident, he somehow took it far too seriously, and would mercilessly throw rocks at me, whenever we were supposed to be playing nice. We were cousins, after all.

And our feud was eternal, for those two summer weeks we spent together.

Why my parents insisted upon bringing about Aunts and Uncles and Cousins, all to sully my Grandparents Farm, where we were supposed to vacation, I will never know.

But one day, as I was defensively tossing pebbles at him, when he was surely preparing to throw a rock at my head, he went to hide behind the well.

I circled around, certain he was about to pick up a large stone to hurl at my head, and the coward, and he was one, jumped to the other side, and fell down the well.

I heard a series of wet slapping sounds, and a plop

Haha! That's what you get!

I said it the moment gravity had taken him away, the moment he had fallen. The sounds had only confirmed I had vanquished my foe.

And I knew I had achieved victory, and I had to gloat.

You're stuck in the Well, and you won't ever get out.

And I thought about how my Parents and Aunts and Uncles would have to love me so much more, now that he was gone.

We were young, and I always knew I hated him, but I couldn't quite remember why. Perhaps it was because of the one time I had playfully tossed stones towards him, and he responded by throwing rocks at me... I even yelled "Catch!", as a gentlemen does, right before the stone, a pebble really, struck him in the temple. It wasn't my fault, that he clearly didn't listen. Ever since that playful accident, he somehow took it far too seriously, and would mercilessly throw rocks at me, whenever we were supposed to be playing nice. We were cousins, after all. And our feud was eternal, for those two summer weeks we spent together. Why my parents insisted upon bringing about Aunts and Uncles and Cousins, all to sully my Grandparents Farm, where we were supposed to vacation, I will never know. But one day, as I was defensively tossing pebbles at him, when he was surely preparing to throw a rock at my head, he went to hide behind the well. I circled around, certain he was about to pick up a large stone to hurl at my head, and the coward, and he was one, jumped to the other side, and fell down the well. I heard a series of wet slapping sounds, and a *plop* >Haha! That's what you get! I said it the moment gravity had taken him away, the moment he had fallen. The sounds had only confirmed I had vanquished my foe. And I knew I had achieved victory, and I had to gloat. >You're stuck in the Well, and you won't ever get out. And I thought about how my Parents and Aunts and Uncles would have to love me so much more, now that he was gone.

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Speaking of pebbles, that reminds me of something that happened to me as a kid. At that time, our neighborhood was completely unearthed to replace the pipes (an event that happens almost yearly nowadays in other areas, probably to launder money by deliberately installing pos rusted pipes that won't last long). I was hanging out with some boys when, for one reason or another, we started a huge shitstorm with a group of girls on the other side. We threw these hard mud pebbles at each other and I was always a crapshoot at it. But somehow, the god of accuracy must have been on my side because I managed to hit a certain girl in the face and cut her brow open. And it just so happened that her brother was around — he was a few years older and already a hulking mass of muscle. Was it my fault? Yeah, probably. Did I aim at her specifically? Not really. I knew he wouldn't listen to a word I said, so I literally bolted for the hills and hid in a field of tall grass as I watched them search for me. I later gave them the slip and went back home. A few weeks later, when I was out with my gran, I spotted her and her brother. She already healed and looked fine, so I decided to approach and maybe apologize, but then she pointed at me. Her brother asked loudly in anger, "Is that him? Is this the guy?" The sinking feeling was real. She looked long and hard, but then shook her head and told him no. Fortune favored me that day. I turned and left, didn't want to test my luck. Some time later during the winter, I fell flat on my face on the icy slope where all the kids played in the school yard and busted my brow, interrupting my play. Then later on, I caught a fistful in the face from that same bro for unrelated reasons, but no injuries that time. I guess karma really has its ways of paying back eventually.