You know, as a kid, I always wondered where balloons went when you lost your grip on their leash. I just kept picturing them going above clouds, past airplanes, and like into outer space. It was not until yesterday, when I saw one escape from a kid’s clutches and kept watch, that I realized they actually…just pop. This realization is either sad, or like amazing that I’ve been able to preserve a childlike wonder of the world…probably just sad.
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