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~* Mending Fences, Building Bridges *~
“The first thing you need to learn is how to make a proper snowball,” Jennifer began immediately. She bent down and scooped up a handful of snow, and I watched as she gently packed it. “The trick is not to pack it too tightly for maximum spread on the splat.”
Nicole giggled. “Plus if you hit ‘em just right, it goes right down their back that way.”
Allison, as if on cue, scooped up a handful of loose snow, grabbed the hood of Nicole’s jacket, and dumped it down her sweater.
Nicole shrieked, spinning around to glare at Allison, who by now had high-tailed it for the other side of Margie’s car, taking up a defensive position. “Oh you are SO dead!” she shouted with a laugh, grabbing a handful of snow. Jennifer and I looked at each other and grinned, and as I grabbed myself the makings of a proper snowball, she bolted past Nicole to bolster Allison’s position. |