Sep 11, 2015
“At this point you might as well ask for my autograph.”
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As soon as the other spoke, Henry had his sock land on his face. They were just sitting on a bench at the park, taking a short break from their morning jog, and – like most of the time – joking around. “Please, you weren’t even that much faster,” he said, rubbing his bare foot with his hands to try and soothe the pain he felt caused by his new sneakers. “Blame my feet, they’re hurting like hell. We’re gonna do that again when I wear more comfortable shoes, got it? Now give me my sock back.”