"ah harl the balloons!" He screamed out the window tossing flares out into the traffic. He loved it. She wanted the balloons that was what he loved about her. He wasn't even going to use the balloons but her. She wanted them. Now she was going to get them. "Anything you for you Harl! We are close!" He looked just over the bridge to the city where the toy box was.
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