To the Kid Who Smashed My Windshield

I don’t know your name.  I only know what you did.  Rocketed a baseball from your hand or bat and smashed my windshield.  Then you left.  Left without a note.  Left cracked glass that mars my vision. All I can see now is brokenness. I know you probably didn’t do it on purpose.  You probably […]

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