Eenie meenie miney moe
Catch a tiger by his toe
If he hollers, let him go
Eenie meenie miney moe
My mother told me
To pick the very best one
And you are
Wait. No. Not him. I can't choose him. I like him. If I pick him, he'll never want to talk to me or play with me again, and how are we supposed to get married and have seven children if we never speak again?
Not
Wait. I can't pick her, either. She's fun and cool and popular, and if we stay friends maybe I'll get more friends too. Look at her, smiling at me. I can't do that to her.
NOT
Wait. I can't pick her. She's my best friend. We've played this game every day since kindergarten. But there isn't anyone else I can pick. I can't knock myself out.
It.
"You're out!"
"But it's not fair, she cheated! He's supposed to be out!"
"But it landed on you, you have to go leave."
"It's not fair! I want a rematch!"
"The rules say no."
"Fine!"
Don't cry. I'm sorry. But... I couldn't knock them out. You understand, right?
"Come on. She's just being a whiny brat. She'll get over it. You're better off without her. Let's go play!"
"Um... okay."
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