Went to the hop,
and did the hop,
and I hopped, and
hopped, kept right
on hopping, until
I hopped smack face
first into the brick
wall, broke my glasses,
flattened the nose,
lips swollen, scraped
and bruised forehead,
and a broken jaw.
It looks like my days
of doing the hop, is
now history.
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A fictional short story.
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