"What are you doing?"
"Tracking lost things."
"Ah."
"You disappeared before having dinner last time. Granny was worried."
"I see."
"Where did you go?"
". . . somewhere."
"Where?"
"It's a secret."
"Can't I go there, too?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because it was hell back there."
"Oh."
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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?
