I think he just got it

The roll of laughter like a heat heard

The way the messenger snorted

Duh

Don’t fault me this one pride of mine held tight and silent

Of course he grumbled

Well would you rather odd?

I’d rather you call me even now

The sunset was gorgeous

And strange

And right up my alley

Literally I suppose

It’s war or something else anyways

Don’t ask because I can’t tell you

Why my only friends are balls

Maybe I’m more dog than I thought.

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