Charger.
A word that come in mind when I hear the word charger. Of course, what I hear is what I imagine. Pretty obvious, right? Anyway, where’s my charger?! I rummaged my thing but I have not seen one.
My sister went home, calling me to bring my charger to her so she could use but I told her I have not seen mine. So she opened her bag and handed me a white charger. And my eyes went wide. It was mine!
“This’s mine!”
“That’s not yours. I have my name written there.”
“We have the same name!”
“Ows?”
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100 Words in 100 Stories, eh?
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