A man we all call “Rick”.
My neighbor’s name is Steve, but I call him Mr. Doe. He said to call him Steve. I continued to call him Mr. Doe. Steve began to call me Mr. Clark. I laughed. Steve smoked a cigar. I got bored. I went to Mike’s house. We came back to my house. I rode my bike. Some weird guy threw a water balloon at me. I went and grabbed my water gun. I threatened to shoot the weird guy. He threw another water balloon. It bounced off of me and exploded on the ground. I didn’t get wet. I laughed. He threw another balloon. He missed. I laughed. He threw two more balloons. He missed. I laughed really hard. He threw a balloon. It hit me. I soaked him with my water gun. Mike threw a bucket of water at him. He hit Mike. Mike blocked. The weird guy called the police. We talked to the police. The weird guy pulled a gun for absolutely no reason. The weird guy got arrested. Mike and I went to see Mr. Doe. He was wearing a hat. I called him Rick. He’s okay with that.
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