It was a simple greeting.
"Hello, little girl." The lady with a sun hat said.
Receiving a childish reply.
The raven stared. "Stranger, stranger. Are you talking to me?"
A light chuckle escaped from the lady's lips, amusement lingered in her blue eyes. "Aren't you a little genius." She cooed.
What comes next was something she didn't expected. (Or should have expected.)
"Stranger, you're rude."
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Giving Light
RandomJust like any old cliché, one's whole life change with a single meeting. [Changed/New sypnosis] _________________________________________ This story had repeatly lived and died in my mind. Now back with aspirations which been tone down a bit than th...
