LizzieMaine
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In my neighborhood we didn't bother with any of your fancy-schmancy store-bought weaponry. We waited till winter and threw frozen crabapples at each other. Or if it was someone you really hated, you'd make a big ball of burdocks, stick it on the end of a stick, and fling it at her hair.