{ his point of view }
"How old are you?" She asked as she glanced at me over her shoulder. I'm captivated. I've never talked to a girl my age who's this beautiful.
I shrugged, "21. You?"
She smiled before turning her back on me and hopping along the candy path, her hair bouncing along before she answered, "9."
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keeper of lost things
Fanfictionhave you ever wondered where all lost things go? like, a spare button or some dimes and pennies or your eraser or your pen or your hope or your faith . . . or at some times, even yourself. where do they all go?
