"Do you believe me now?"
"I guess so."
"So what's your name?
I sighed before reaching out for a pencil. I took the piece of paper I drew a cat on a while ago and signed my name on the bottom of the page, "There. That's my name. Save my autograph for when I become a famous singer." I chuckled, "Now tell me yours."
"Wait," she just stared at my handwriting, "what's your name?"
"I just wrote it, can't you see? It's right over there--"
"Say it to me."
"What? Why?"
"I can't read."
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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?
