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 I tossed the writhing mass of worms into the pond, and watched as the fish hungrily tore into the little slimy creatures, fighting each other for the larger ones. Tossing them to the fish always made me feel better after I got in a trifle. It was never my fault, they always patronized me, but somehow I seemed to always take the fall for it. The cool breeze brushed my long hair in my face, and I looked to the horizon of trees encompassing me. “I need a hair cut...” I murmured to myself, taking the long pale blonde strand that was flying towards my eye, and tucking in behind my ear. I have always been a tom-boy at heart, and I