"What's your name?"
"What's your name?"
"Angel."
"You just made that up."
"Yeah but why does it matter?"
"How can I trust you if you couldn't even tell me your name? You could be a witch who led me to her lair to eat me like in Hansel and Gretel."
"You won't tell me yours either so how would I know if you're a big, mean, old, bad bad wolf hiding under a boy's body?"
"Are you the witch from Hansel and Gretel?"
"No. Are you the big, bad wolf?"
"No."
"So what's your name?"
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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?
