The forgotten

When I see a tennis ball left forgotten or lost in a place where no one seems to see it. I want to stop and bring it to the dogs. Because they will celebrate it, they will sing songs about it, fight for it, keep it forever and ever and sometimes they will sacrifice it. Then after I do this I wonder if I will ever grow the fuck up.


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