I walked past this fence to a dog park, the dog park has only one entrance and no walkable areas to any side except the very end.
I saw an umbrella. A simple umbrella. A black umbrella. HANGING from the fence, so carefree with no thoughts.
So I touch it. And I wait. After no reaction I check it. And I wait. Then finally I tip it, onto my side.
Whoever owns that umbrella now needs to walk a half mile into a strange and ghetto neighborhood to get their umbrella.
IF IT'S STILL THERE AHAHAHAHA
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We can read between the lines you know sweaty.
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Media. Literacy.
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