She asked me to tell her a story.
I tried hard to think of one.
What must I tell her?
Panic was creeping in.
I don't know how to tell stories, I thought.
But I like to read them.
And hear them...
Why am I so weird?
She wants me to begin, now.
I tried hard to think of one.
What must I tell her?
Panic was creeping in.
I don't know how to tell stories, I thought.
But I like to read them.
And hear them...
Why am I so weird?
She wants me to begin, now.
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