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when i was in second grade i bit another little girl on the arm enough to draw blood her name was christina and she was pudgy and had long blondish hair and glasses and i bit her because she stole something of mine some toy some paper thing with numbers and crayon color and i bit her through her parka felt my teeth sinking in and it felt good so good and i got my toy back but she started crying loud and red and angry wailing like a monkey like a cat and i got dragged to the vice-principal's office by one of those recess aids in striped shirts that smelled like antisceptic the vice-principal was a reedy balding man with dark hair and a pointy nose and large warm hands whom i liked he told me that i shouldn't have done that and asked me why i told him and then i got to talk to him and color in his office for the rest of recess - they were tiny toons coloring books i think.