"What's your name?" She asked, not sparing me a glance.
"Why do you wanna know my name?"
"Well, I told you mine," her back was facing me and I could see the white silvery color crawling up her hair.
I stopped dead on my tracks, making her finally turn to face me.
Why do I get the feeling that she's lying?
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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?
