What no. That's impossible. This whole thing is a dream. I'm in a dream. I'm still with my uncle having breakfast on a Sunday morning. This is impossible. "IMPOSSIBLE!" I screamed. "Calm down Luke, yes you may think it is but like I said before you have been asleep for a very long time" ''How long?" I cried. "68 years" How? No. What? That's not possible. Impossible, am I still a 14 year old boy? "How?" "We preserved your body. Tested it, making sure you never grow old, you will be 14 till the earth rots to its core." "Should I give him back his strength sir?" There it is again. That voice. Could it be who I think it is? "That would be a good idea Angus" Angus. Could it be Angus Craigwalker? My uncle? Could he still be alive?
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Red wing
SpiritualitéYou know those little voices inside of your head telling you what to do and where to go? Telling you wether something is wrong or right, helps you think about the plot line when watching a movie and helps you think when you're in a bad situation. Lu...
