Chapter 3

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-LOUIS-

Mummy and I went home after that, and she sighed once we were on the busy freeway, "Louis," she spoke firmly, but still in a loving way.

"Yes, mummy?" I giggled as I stared out the window, waving to the silly man on the street with a fire coming out a little stick in his mouth, he just rolled his eyes and looked away.

"Lou, baby, you know you're not suppose to talk to strangers, some of them just don't understand you," mummy sighed softly.

"But mummy," I whined, "He was nice, he told me all about how he takes pictures of beautiful things, and when I caught him taking a picture of me, he said it was because I'm a beautiful thing," I gushed.

Mummy smiled, "I'm glad, Lou. But
just for another time, no talking to strangers, very dangerous of you,"

"I know mummy," I huffed and went back to looking out the window.

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