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cloud shapes, frerard [ short story ]
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Última publicación jue, mar 5, 2020
"what do you see?"
"an elephant."
"what's it doing?"
"smoking."
he leans up and starts laughing. the small boy next to him leans up as well on his elbows, giggling as his best friend puts a piece of mulch in his mouth and pretends to smoke a cigarette.
"what did you see?" the smaller boy asks.
"a tea cup." he smiles.
(childhood friends to more than friends au)
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