"Where are we? I need to get home, I --"
"Don't worry, you'll be leaving soon, anyway."
"What do you mean? I'm lost, I need directions, I --"
"Hey."
"Huh?"
"Can your draw me a cat? Just a small one."
I looked at her in confusion but my hand instinctively reached for the pen and notepad in her hands.
". . . there you go."
"One more thing."
"Y-Yeah?"
"Can I hug you?"
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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?
