Metting the boy who never grew up

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Peters P.O.V

"That was close". I say. I have short, shaggy curly blond hair. A string of leaves cover my top and old brow  leggings cover my bottom. I was watching the kids play and listening to the story from just outside the nursery window. I was in a trance. The dog didnt relise me until Tink lit up my face. The dog saw me and I saw it, I raised an eyebrow at it letting it know it was OK. But the dog didn't care and rushed at me. Scared I hid, and just in time to. The children looked out the window to see what the curious dog was barking at. They found nothing so went back inside. I flew off back home with Tink. I wanted to hear the rest of Cinderella. And I would have to, if the dog wasn't there. I needed to hear the rest of the story, and I would, because Peter Pan never fails.

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