She was the one we always picked on. We were just playing, right? I didn't physically hold her. Or tie any of the knots. But I didn’t even attempt to swim against the cruelty. Not even a stroke. Eventually our swarm of blacktop bullies bored of their tormenting and returned to class. I untied her. I think we both pretended that my post-violence act of “kindness” made me less of a demon.