My hands in my pockets of my jacket as I stood a great way away from the village I have created. Then I saw the little Emily dilemma, how my minions or her supposed "parents" panicked just for a second and then said there is no such word and even said that it sounded nice.
I chuckled.
In the village there is no death and they age slowly I mean how could they even die? Since well all of them are already dead.
But I ignored my thoughts as the sun rose and young Anne Frank awoke, got out of bed and went to awake one of the few parents that arent my minions, which is Martin Luther King. At that moment I couldn't take the irony and laughed knowing that the villagers can hear me as well as my minions but I couldn't control myself I mean come on Martin Luther King and Anne Frank were born on the same day of the same month in the same year, and yet here they are daughter and father.
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The book under the tree (Book 1)
Storie brevi"Why does everyone cry when they read the book that is supposedly older then time?"
