I've never seen you look smaller than that evening.
In comparison of course.
The first rock you threw, with hues of green and white, skipped the longest.
The second rock shone the brightest but sank fast.
The third rock you held on for a long time before throwing it across to the other side.
The fourth rock you picked slipped through your hands, I almost felt bad as I laughed.
The fifth rock you picked up had something gross under it so you quickly let it drop.
The sixth one you pulled out of your pocket but you put it back after all.
The seventh cut your finger and crimson fell with it back into the river.
What did you do after that?
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