𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦-𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘦 , 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦.
𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦.
𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥," 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴?"
𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘈 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴.
𝘐 , 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?
𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘋𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, it being 1𝘷1 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬, " 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴."
𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 *𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦.
I was woken up by a splash of water.
My eyes squinted and I tried to open them wider. My luck was hard. My mom knew that it was "PROM" today. Hence, she being as kind as ever bought me a cute white dress. She said she did the basic washing of my dirty body and the rest was left to me.
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Don Quixote
RandomLiving the same routine life 24x7. Nothing magical. The word boring would require an upgrade in Alora's life. Nothing ever changes. So how does she identify what is constant, when there is no variable? Is there yin without yang? Does white exist wi...
