In the weekend I was playing bat down with my dad at Memorial Park. My dad made me a bat. The bat was brown. I hit the ball over the fence and it went on the road. The ball was rolling and I got it without going on the road. I was hitting the tennis ball far, so was my dad. I dodged the ball. The ball fell into the swimming pool and I saw my touchstone.
After we went to my cousins place.
By Titan
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