𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑠 / 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑎𝑡 (2)

On a typical afternoon, Will was playing basketball alone, taking advantage of the fact that no one was around. A few seconds later, after scoring another imaginary point in his mind that seemed to hold immense value, he stopped, watching a basketball bounce in the same direction. Just as he was about to go after it, he stopped when he saw a group of not-so-famous but feared street kids grab it, choosing him to play a game. Realizing it was no longer worth going for the ball, Will scored again but sighed, feeling lonely, and sat down on a bench. Will: Ugh... I think I should go home. He says hesitantly, running a hand over his neck.

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