Not far off, however, was a rock. Round and smooth, old, gray and perfect for sitting on, it was one of those rocks you just don't come by these days. It was a sad rock. It was a lonely rock. Did rocks have feelings? Of course they did! It sat dumbly in the grass as the warm summer breeze swept by, only as a rock could.
I used to roleplay as a rock to troll people. It was quite funny.
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