I followed Nathan C. up a metal ladder and he cried out when he pierced his finger with a plastic toothpick.
We discovered upon returning to the apartment that Mike N. had moved out in the middle of mounting brass plates behind each picture frame.
I took Nathan to the hospital in my car and called in to work that I'd be late while Joseph R. rode in the back seat.
We went to the park from the hospital.
I noticed my pockets were filled with bloated moist paintballs which looked like yellow pear tomatoes.
We saw Jeff D. and his son there at the park that looked like the spaces between office high-rises.
I tossed one of the paintballs - like a quarterback passing a football - to Joseph as he was running towards a red fire hydrant.
