We hoped in the car, but it wouldn't start. By the seventh time we had tried to turn it on it started to smell like charcoal burned popcorn. I didn't think that that was so safe, so I told Father.
He sighed "I guess we'll just have to walk to town," he starts to smile again "it'll be fun bonding time!" Now in a full toothy smile "Let's go!"
As I force a smile again I say all chipper "Let's go!"
When we get to town I realize I forgot how beautiful the temples are "Wow." I state "It is so, so, majestic."
Father says in a wider, toothier smile "Glad you didn't pass this chance up, am I right?"
The thing is he was right, but I just passed on a real, live, happy, wide, toothy smile instead of saying anything.
"Why don't we check out that shrine with the foxes on it over there?" Father asks
"Actually, I have a better idea," I reply with a mischievous smile "why don't we go to the hardware store and get some supplies. We're going to build a shrine."
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False Hope
Mystery / Thriller'Hope', what a silly word? It is just a fictional word made up for fictional stories, but as humans grow dumber, they start to use that word more and more.
