"So . . ."
"Hmm?"
"Where are your parents?"
"My parents?"
"I mean, you said that they died so . . . are they here, too?"
"Yeah."
"I see."
"Why do you look so sad?"
"Because my parents are dead, too. The only difference is that, when your parents died, they came alive."
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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?
