Setting: pre-school, 1979, age: 3 years old. There I was, minding my own business building a tower out of wooden blocks. The tower reached epic proportions and was pushing three feet in height, when all of a sudden...Disaster...A little girl, who will remain nameless, maliciously attacked the structure, reducing it to rubble. I was enraged and gave a stern warning of swift retaliation if it were to happen again. Determined, I pressed on and rebuilt the block tower, restoring it to its original prominence. That's when history repeated itself and there was only one course of action to take...that's right, I bit her in the face. She never knocked over my blocks again. That is what pre-school was for, learning, and everyone learned a lot that day.
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