A Short
Story:
I met this
girl at the football match when she was hit by a ball straight to her head.
I kind of
tried to protect her, but I missed. Anyway she was thankful and we eventually
exchanged numbers. We sent some messages to each other and we decided to book a
date.
She said
she had this problem of balls hitting her head time and time again. It happened
all the time. Ping Pong balls, beach balls, berliners and doughnuts… They
always used to find a way to hit her in the head.
On the way
to meet me she passed near a building demolition and a wrecking ball smashed
her head to the floor.
Well in the
end it wasn’t my fault, she was used to it. Not my fault she died on the way to
meet me.
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