"Some of the candidates are fourteen-year-old girls," I reply, resting my hands once more against the cracked leather of the bag. It's warm from the sun, almost too hot to touch at this time of day. Punching is a different story.
I step back to offer him the bag. It only seems polite.
"I'm not one intent on discouraging children from an interest in politics -- God knows we could use more of that back home -- but it is a bit insulting to the incumbents."
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Date: 2012-05-08 05:23 pm (UTC)I step back to offer him the bag. It only seems polite.
"I'm not one intent on discouraging children from an interest in politics -- God knows we could use more of that back home -- but it is a bit insulting to the incumbents."