A sandy toed boy sniffles as his favorite beach ball rolls into the distance. It tumbles along the sandy asphalt as a boy sulks on the porch of his beach side bungalow. Barefoot kicks launch the ball into the air and gusts send it bouncing off roadside debris.
The ball yearns for the delicate hands of his boy. His colors begin to fade and his healthy stature begins to sag. Nagging thorns prick and the ball winces with a slow hiss.
The ball is lost and his boy is lonely. Help them reunite…
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Is that where Uncle Brad stays?
Looks kind of like it could be the sidewalk and the sea wall. But then again it looks like lots of places…
at the hotel i stayed at