that time in the nineteenseventies several people eating lunch in the gymnasium.
one of the michelles was throwing bits of orange peel at other people and when it was my turn she missed and hit the supervising teacher in the back.
the teacher thought I threw it, when I protested my innocence and it was backed up by others including the girls sitting with the culprit she still insisted I pick it up and apologize.
she became increasingly agitated by the whole situation.
so I picked it up to shut her up. the sort of thing that gives one a pacifist reputation.
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