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  "textContent": "abyssaldyke:\n\n> It’s spring now which means the kids in my city have started drawing hopscotches on the sidewalk and as a rule I do every hopscotch I see because 1. Use it or lose it (ability to scotch) and 2. If a child got down on the hardscrabble streets of Boston Massachusetts to draw a scotch the least I can do is use it, but in doing the hopscotches, I’ve learned that about 50% of them are the typical 8-10 step scotch and the other 50% are. Somewhat avant-garde. And of course I’m not vetting the entire scotch before I start it so sometimes it’s like haha 8 steps woo! Childlike whimsy! And sometimes they’re 20 steps or 30 or they’ve got a section with three squares instead of two where you have to do a little Charleston to step on all three, or, memorably, FORTY one foot squares. A full BLOCK of jumping on one foot but I’m no quitter so once I’ve started Jigsaw Junior’s fuckin hopscotch gauntlet I’m there til the end just a daily pot smoker in her thirties jumping kasa-obake style through an affluent suburb while some little proto-kennedy watches from his bedroom window rubbing his sadistic little third grade hands together and cackling. It’s amazing. I love spring.",
  "title": "It’s spring now which means the kids in my city have started drawing hopscotches on the sidewalk and…"
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