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Kinyani ambles toward me. She taps me on the shoulder and knuckle runs away.


I watch her, arms crossed over my chest. I’m careful not to make a sound.


I’m not sure what we’re doing.


She ambles back, shoves at me, dashes past. And then I realize what’s happening.


We’re playing.


We’re playing tag.


And I’m it.

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