My Defense

I just have to write this down because it’s too good to forget :)

This morning before school, Robert came in to the kitchen and sat at my feet, which was a little weird. I was mostly ignoring him while going over a permission slip for Clara, but then he started rubbing my bare legs a bit which was even more weird. He asked, “Why are your legs so prickly?” I looked down and smiled, not saying anything at first. He never looked up and I noticed that he was in deep thought as he continued to rub my legs and scrutinize them closely like some kind of science experiment. Then he said, “Is it for defense maybe? Like a weapon?”

 

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