the inner bitty self is crying actually. so i had to.
[It's a quiet afternoon, and there's... what seems to be a small playground right inside the CMA. We've got the swing with 3 seats hung on a bar, a see-saw, and a small carousel. Looks kinda bare without anyone around in there.
But what's this? There's a little boy sitting on the swing and looking down on the ground. He looks kind of lonely over there, since no one's around the playground right now.
Mind if you cheer the poor kid up?]
But what's this? There's a little boy sitting on the swing and looking down on the ground. He looks kind of lonely over there, since no one's around the playground right now.
Mind if you cheer the poor kid up?]