More like a pond, not a river.
It was too small to be one,
the pond consisted of a load of nickels at the bottom.
Not a dime or a quarter, it was always a nickel.
"They", sometimes out of hast scooped out a couple, though usually would end up giving it to the scrawny looking balloon man at the end of the road.
"They" never took a balloon though, in fact, the money was just simply handed over, earning a thankful smile and a nod from the man.
Minho wished to be more like "them"
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𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚 ° 𝐥.𝐦
Fanfiction["These paintings are my story, for me to tell and for you to see] ↳In which he goes back through his paintings and revives the moments long gone.
