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Finally, I get my food and head to the park on Walsall Road. I plop down on a bench, ready to devour my chicken. But then, this kid runs past, and I swear he’s got a water balloon. Next thing I know, SPLASH! I’m soaked! I’m like, “What the actual heck?!” The kid just giggles and runs off. I’m sitting there, dripping, thinking, “This is not how I pictured my lunch break.”

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