Nemesis
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It all started on my normal college school day. I, Ben Kotir, awoke at 7:12am and sat on the apartment's front porch. Across the street was a playground that no one used anymore, due to its age. Already, the morning was starting to warm up; so I refrained from reaching for the blanket that hung limply on the chair next to me. Movement caught my eye so I turned my attention from two playful street cats to the rickety swing set. There were three swings and the first was moving slowly. On a regular day I would have thought his to be the breeze's doing. But, as I was soon to find out, today was not going to be my regular day. Before I continue, I will give some background information. I was born and raised in a Prentiss, Maine. My father, a Canadian, met my mother in Maine while looking for a job. He immediately fell in love with her wit, beauty, and spirit. They got married and were blessed with two children, including myself. Ten years l...