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The new neighbor's little b*****d kid, Wyatt. He's about, what, nine? I'm shaking from rage. He grabs my towel and won't let go, until I say I'll leave and won't come back out for the rest of the day. And of course, I'm not letting that little peice of s**t extort ANYTHING from me. So I tell him to go ******** himself, and when I jerk on the towel, it twists his wrist, so he gets all bent out of ******** shape and latches onto my arm instead, digging into my forearm with his nails. I'm trying to get him to lay the ******** off so I can see if his wrist is okay and he tries to ******** bite me. That little peice of s**t tries to BITE ME. I grabbed him by the jaw and pushed him down onto the grass, he still wont let go. I'm about to resort to pressure pointing him, and he kicks me. He ******** kicks me. Finally, I threw him off and stomped away, and guess what? I'm still pissed off. I'm never getting over this, ever. That little b*****d is going down.