The Park, Wednesday Morning
Christopher woke up this morning in need of some exercise, so he shrugged on his letterman's sweater, grabbed his baseball and his glove, and jogged out to the park, where he proceeded to play catch with himself. He tossed his ball high in the air and then jogged to catch it, and of coursem he caught it every time.
It wasn't enough of a challenge, because Christopher was a great athlete, one of the best ever seen in this corner of Maryland. He was probably going to get a baseball scholarship to his dream school, in fact, which he had his heart set on even though he was only a junior and school wasn't his favorite thing in the world. But for right now, he'd be here, playing catch with himself and occasionally taking water breaks and peering around the park to see if anyone else wanted to join him. Gosh, maybe there'd even be pretty girls. Though the baseball should be kept away from them, of course. For safety.
[[open, ofc! fifties germs, get your fifties germs right here.]]
It wasn't enough of a challenge, because Christopher was a great athlete, one of the best ever seen in this corner of Maryland. He was probably going to get a baseball scholarship to his dream school, in fact, which he had his heart set on even though he was only a junior and school wasn't his favorite thing in the world. But for right now, he'd be here, playing catch with himself and occasionally taking water breaks and peering around the park to see if anyone else wanted to join him. Gosh, maybe there'd even be pretty girls. Though the baseball should be kept away from them, of course. For safety.
[[open, ofc! fifties germs, get your fifties germs right here.]]