It feels good to be the king of the playground.
I enter through the gate and my subjects part out of the way, leaving me to my private playtime. I dominate the swings without end and do laps on the slide. The monkey bars are all mine and nobody refuses when I order them on the other side of the seesaw.
I rule the fifth grade class and therefore all the classes below, from the fourth graders waiting for their turn and the kindergarten peasants on the bottom.
And all I had to do was get held back two times.
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