He brought me a flower. A carnation, to be exact. I’ve never had a boy bring me a flower. Usually, if I get a flower, its from girls picking dandelions or sour grass during recess, or something like that.
But then when we came in for recess, a student let me know that Peter spit gum out while in line after recess. He said it was true, so I asked him to go pick it up and show it to me. He did. Then he turned a pin and gave me the other piece of gum that he had. It was Bazooka.