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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