They say that when you fall, you fall hard. But that's not the case. In this case, I fell softly. It was almost as if a feather was floating through the air, making a last minute decision to take a rest on a nearby table. I wish I could say I was something big and heroic, but that could be a lie. I didn't get any super powers or a letter to Hogwarts, but that's alright. I was something totally different. And that's okay. All I need in life is a pen and a paper, to write down the stories that consume me, and set them free. Highest: #3 in General Fiction!
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