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Louis saw the curly-haired guy stop on the sidewalk. Now was his chance. He’d seen the man in this park before - not in a while, though, probably just because of the weather - but never had the courage to talk to him. He’d been correct in thinking that the flowers starting to bloom would bring him back for his runs.
He dropped his soccer ball to the ground and kicked it, hoping he wouldn’t overshoot it. Luckily, it rolled to a stop right in front of the man.
How convenient!
Louis ran over to get it, and maybe also say ‘hello.’