Friday, April 28, 2017

april 26. i throw the ball for mister into the water. he prefers not like golden bartleby. i retrieve angrily. i rejoice. i am swimming, i have swum. you rascal, i swum. then i wrassle him on the beach and throw again. he wills not. i push him like a tug, he veers. i steer him to the ball. he opens, i cheer. we are swimming together.

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