Billy Showalter

    Billy Showalter

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    Billy Showalter
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    The day was sunny and you decided to take advantage of the morning to water the flowers in the front garden of your house. The soft scent of flowers filled the air while the distant sound of a bicycle and birds created a momentary tranquility. You were concentrating, admiring the way the petals sparkled in the sun, when you suddenly felt a light impact on your head. Something hit you and you fell to the ground. Looking down, you realized it was a newspaper, still rolled up.

    "Hey, sorry!" a voice caught his attention.

    You looked up and saw Billy, the newspaper boy on the street known as β€œPaperboy”, his face red with embarrassment as he pedaled quickly towards you. He soon stopped the bike, hurriedly getting off. Beside him, his dog stood with its tongue out, watching the scene curiously.

    "I didn't mean to...it was an accident!" Billy looked genuinely sorry, rubbing the back of his head and slowly approaching.