One winter morining, Boomer was walking through the park alone when he heard a noise, It sounded like some one singing, he followed the noise, and he came upon a girl swinging, she was singing a
soft melody, her head was down so he couldn't see her face, but all he knew was that she had long blonde hair.
Girl: Thats the story of...thats the glory of love....
Turns out the girl was crying
Boomer: Umm...
Girl: *gasp*
Boomer runs behind a fence before she saw him
Girl: *sniff* why me.....
Boomer sis down in the schommel, swing volgende to her
Girls: *gasp*
Boomer: Hi
Girl: Hi *sniff*
Then its starts snowing, then the...
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