back in 1st grade... i used to think the ivy that covered the fence surrounding the playground was magical... because we would ALWAYS find balls in it. (footballs, soccerballs, those red balls, etc)
every single time someone kicked a ball over the fence... we would find another in the ivy.
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every single time someone kicked a ball over the fence... we would find another in the ivy.
Well spoken. You can stay. Please pick up a jacket.
whateva then sucka