Ddddukk “Aahhh …”I moaned in pain. My head is pulsing. A basketball hit my head. A grown man and a small child approached me, the little boy of a male and about seven-year-old took a basketball that rolled next to a park chair, took him in his arms in front of his stomach, then returned to the man's side. The man then smiled badly while looking at me. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm teaching my son to play basketball. Come on, 'Son apologize,"' he said asking his son to apologize to me. At first the boy looked innocently at his father, then with his sinless face he looked at my face. "I'm sorry, Om," he said. Hah never mind it's also my fault, my inner self-mocking that comes back to be remembered about the brunette girl who continues to haunt my mind, even just by looking at the picture of her that is on the screen of my phone. I sto
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