I strapped on my gas mask and ventured outside. The old man was at the messily painted crossing, waiting for me. Waiting to tell me the story of the past.
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Short Stories for Human Beings (not aliens, sorry)
Randomthe sequel to short stories for kids --- chable wrote this book on wattpad. if seen anywhere else, dm me here (or email me if you know the correct address idk) - chablemisspell -
