"Shy yet full of adventure."Grandmother said. She was right. No one knew me, I had no friends. "Yes, well adventure never matters. It is like death calling forward yet not to reveal itself to the very likeness of humankind but to the very spirits circling around the death-called man!" said my mother, in a loud voice. She'd yell all the time, especially when talking about me, Justin the coward "the death-called man". She would be proved wrong one day, one day.
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Differences Are The Same
Non-FictionHe's shy but she's different. Will he keep her or will she fly away.
