Argot

A gaggle of giggly boys twisted and tumbled over the playground, upsetting seesaws and kicking up recycled tire particles in a rush of tiny bodies jostling together at the high tide of recess. A knot of boys chattered at the top of the slide, each boy daring the next to attempt some brave descent. A trio of ten-year-olds hung together over the support beam for the swings, their bodies dangling, their faces turning shades of pink and purple. A cluster of seven-year-olds cased the perimeter of the park, yapping and yelling in little boys’ argot, unfathomable to girls of all ages and boys who have grown up too serious.

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