Once in lower primary school I foolishly played keepies with my favourite marble, a large, sapphire coloured “Tom Bowler”, the pride and joy of the pack. I lost. My heart was torn at the thought of giving it up. So I did something stupid. Stupid at least in the eyes of my vanquisher; I traded all my other marbles to keep that one swirly coloured giant.
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