So she loves me. It's kind of easy when you hit the plate once. Maybe it only counts when you hit the plate twice. Not that the one hit wouldn't count: if one is enough she definitely loves me. Just to be sure we put the ball on the pole again. Bam... klang!! That makes two. Now she really really loves me. Bam... klang!! It won't take many more to rule the world. Bam... miss. If you think about it, it was not the wisest decision to continue forever. She probably still loves me, but maybe I can make up for the one miss. You should know that generally I miss the plate often. Still it would be too easy if I could make up for one miss with one hit. I need two. If you knew her, you would understand. Bam... miss.
It ended up in the dark when I hit the plate 40 times in a row which made up for the 32 I needed before that, but wasn't enough for the 64 I needed then. I sweat because I had only one ball.
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