We play a game called "Boss". If you have the ball, you go in front of everyone. Then you throw the ball. Whoever gets the ball gets to be the boss. I get to be the boss a lot. I don't want "D" to play, because he always gets the ball. He's six years old. Today "D" threw the ball high and over our heads, and it freaked me out. "T" ran after the ball and tripped on the concrete. I ran to a recess teacher and said, "T got hurt. T got hurt." She came over and "T" told her what happened. She looked at both of his knees and there was no blood, but he was still crying. He didn't have to go to the nurse. When you go to the nurse, you get fixed.
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