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Are your balls forgiving?

It’s humbling the shit I’ve put these balls through, yet they still cheer me up with their good mornings. Look at them, how calm, how composed. A man can be so broken, but as long as the balls hold up, life continues in all its beautiful shades. Good morning people, kind regards from me and my marbles.

Search Party for Balls

Folks, it’s been devastating these past days. Juzi, I left the balls hanging on the cloth line. I had washed them, and they were pretty happy about it. When I came back past curfew, the balls were gone.
 
So yesterday I reported the matter at the Dagoretti Police Station. They gave me an OB, but they’ve done nothing to help me get ’em balls back. I suspect my neighbors. And I don’t trust the Babylon boys with ’em pair of tongs.
 
I hereby send a solemn plea, can I get just 3 people to join the search party for ’em marbles?
 
I try, but it hasn’t been easy yo!