So there you are waiting for the bus, looking like Cousin It because the wind is blowing in the wrong direction. Eventually you give up, and turn around to face the breeze, revelling in the freedom of being able to see and breathe.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a formidable gust of wind aims itself directly at the back of your head. It's power and precision ensure that every last hair attached to your scalp now resides inside your mouth, or maybe stuck to one of your eyeballs.
And you sigh and curse late busses and new haircuts.
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However, on a slightly more fortuitous note, we made kites in math class today. Maybe Aly and I will fly mine tonight. Of course, by then I'm sure the wind will have stopped.
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