A lonely, eerie sound echoed throughout the playground, but its source was not so grim as one would imagine. There between a half-rotted wooden castle structure and a slide, Maurice Zachary Hutch who was thirty one goddamn years old and almost three hundred pounds was rocking back and forth on a plastic horse supported by nothing but a rusty spring.
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A lonely, eerie sound echoed throughout the playground, but its source was not so grim as one would imagine. There between a half-rotted wooden castle structure and a slide, Maurice Zachary Hutch who was thirty one goddamn years old and almost three hundred pounds was rocking back and forth on a plastic horse supported by nothing but a rusty spring.
"Can't catch me coppeeeeeer! Fuck youuuuuu!"