Sitting down exhausted after a whole day of doing who knows what, a folded peice of paper catches your eye. By how small it was folded, you almost mistook it for a feather tucked in through your window crevice, the wind threatening to pull it away with them.
Quickly, you pinch the paper the rest of the way through to see what it had to say. Who knows? You could have a new adventure written in ink. Excitedly, you unfolded it to read neat calligraphy writing that touched one edge of the paper to the other, reading it said...
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You have no idea how to read cursive. Seems like you may need to ask around for some help or even search for the one who even dared put it in your window to begin with. Have a lively day~
