She held up her sketch pad with her drawing of me.
"You call that hideous thing an artwork?"
"Hey, it's not my fault you're ugly."
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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?
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She held up her sketch pad with her drawing of me.
"You call that hideous thing an artwork?"
"Hey, it's not my fault you're ugly."
