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|𝚃𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝙹𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 (𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟼)|

|𝙶𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎|

[Pov: Third Person]

"Mama! Mama!" A little boy cried out, tugging at a lady's apron .

The mother turned around at the boy's cries. The mother's pale pink eyes softened at the sight of the boy.

Her lips curving into a small smile as she dried her hands off on her apron. "Is there something you need Yoshi?" The lady questioned, bending down to the boy's level.

"Can you read me this book?!" Yoshiteru exclaimed, showing a book as tall as him and wider than the lady's own palm herself.

"Oh my! Well, that's one mighty fine book you've got there. Isn't that your great-grandfather's book? How'd you even manage to bring it here?" The lady asked, concerned lacing her face.

The lady couldn't deny that the book smelled absolutely amazing. It had that sweet, musky smell that wafts into your nose and lingers there.

"So could you read it to me, pretty pleaseee..." The boy joined his hands, raising it above his head. His eyes squeezed shut, exaggerating his request.