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It wasn't like her to avoid confrontation. In fact, she lived for that kind of thing. So, for her to simply make a suggestion, well, it had a great deal more power than a demand. We simply could not refuse her, and that, my friends, is why we have a new puppy.
She kicked it. Hard. It skittered across the yard, throwing up dirt and stones, and hit the side of the house, right beneath his bedroom window. She smiled when that happened, a wisful smile, and I knew instinctively what she was thinking. When she spoke, her words mirrored my thoughts exactly. "I kicked the bucket and it wasn't horrible...but it would have been perfect if I had shattered his window in the process."
Can't you find a way, in your heart, to forgive me? It was only one mistake, one moment of rebellion, and I didn't quite understand why it happened the way it did. I understand you're upset, but do you really have to give me detention?