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"From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines, going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me."

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Saturday, July 15, 2006

Creepy at the Hardware Store

Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, from Anglo-French, from bonde customary tenant, from Middle English
1 : sadomasochistic sexual practices involving the physical restraint of one partner
2 : not for families or young impressionable children

I was standing over by the fan pulls in our local hardware store when it started.

I was overhearing a conversation between a young man, maybe 15, 16 or so, his younger sister of about 12, and his real young sister of about 5 or 6.

"You remember playing 'Hostage?'" he said.

"Whats hostage?' the five year old said.

"That's when I tied up (12 year old's name here) in a chair and then we see if she can get out. It was fun, right?"

"Yeah," the 12 year old replied.

"I wanna play hostage! When we go home you can tie me up too!" the five year old excitedly joined in.

"Yeah, that'll be fun! But this time I want to try duct tape!" Both girls seemed excited.

Shortly after this, they left the store with their father, who was maybe ten feet from them during the entire conversation, well within earshot. He never said anything, and looked like a man who would rather ignore things and let them pass, and had developed the skill of selective listening.

Me, I was sick to my stomach. I'm still getting mental images of that very dangerous kid doing unspeakable things to his siblings, and eventually to others.

And what happens to his sisters? I will venture a guess that they don't even know they are wounded, and may never know why they act as they do. They will think they just have a penchant for choosing bad men.

They might not remember the duct tape. But broken is broken, and innocence broken is the worst of all.

It is my belief, Watson, founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes in The Copper Beeches
British mystery author & physician (1859 - 1930)

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