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there he sat. on the cold, shady sidewalk. left with no goodbye. just a drop off and a walk away. people walked by. looked at him in disgust. why would he just be sitting there? who would do that to him? then it happened. the sprinklers. the beginning of a soak that only got on his arm. a little on his chest but the water was cold. his heart was cold. he was so alone. he waited for his love to return. he knew she would come back for him. maybe this is a practical joke, he thought. but then he was in the arms of a stranger. they turned him around and looked at him from every angle. repulsed by his foreign demeanor, they too decided to dispose of him on the sidewalk. so he sat there a little longer. and then she came into view. she wrapped her arms around him with a big sqeeze. "ill never let you go again i promise" she whispered. soon draped over her shoulders, the sweatshirt was now in heaven.