I was innocently walking across the grass last week, looking for Julie to pass a message onto. To my surprise, and total dismay, I was hit on my cheekbone by a flying soccer ball. Ouch. I didn’t think too much about it for the rest of the day but when I got home I noticed a little bruising. It wasn’t until the following day when I woke up to look into the mirror I had a lovely shiner. Whoever kicked that ball has some real force in their kicking game!
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