big pencil on a red valentine... a little gold heart... a locket... a chain... all covered with blood... and he's laughing at me...
The chain is from a locket... spinning around... flashing the sunlight into my eyes.
And I like to watch it spin... watch the chain... all bunched up and twisting and spinning... and a little girl is watching me.
Her name is Miss Kin—I mean Harriet. "Harriet... Harriet... we all love Harriet."
And then there's nothing. It's blank again. Miss Kinnian reading my progress reports over my shoulder.
Then we're at the Adult Center for the Retarded, and she's reading over my shoulder as I write my composishuns compositions.
School changes into P.S. 13 and I'm eleven years old and Miss Kinnian is eleven years old too, but now she's not Miss Kinnian.
She's a little girl with dimples and long curls and her name is Harriet.
We all love Harriet. It's Valentines Day. I remember...
I remember what happened at P.S. 13 and why they had to change my school and send me to P.S. 222.
It was because of Harriet. I see Charlie—eleven years old.
He has a little gold-color locket he once found in the street.
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