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[ Night has fallen, stars in the sky, park quiet. Anyone who may find him there will find a small stack of books of varying subjects - biology, chemistry, fairy tales, history, maybe even a vampire romance novel in there somewhere - beside him as he lounges dramatically as if it is the most natural place to be. The journal in his lap, pen in hand, he thinks maybe it's time to do a little research with the ones he shares this prison with.
His writing is neat, precise and his words, even in text, are cordial. ]
I didn't expect recent days to be so enlightening. Yet, it still feels lacking. No matter how much I read, they're just words on a page. There's nothing behind them.
Would you mind sharing your favorite stories with me? Triumphs and defeats, myths and legends, your favorite tales of horror, even of your favorite subject in school. Anything will do, I won't complain.
[ As much as he may explore, his interest lies most with those who have access to this. He can find so much more when dives into the people he thinks change this world more than the world itself. ]
His writing is neat, precise and his words, even in text, are cordial. ]
I didn't expect recent days to be so enlightening. Yet, it still feels lacking. No matter how much I read, they're just words on a page. There's nothing behind them.
Would you mind sharing your favorite stories with me? Triumphs and defeats, myths and legends, your favorite tales of horror, even of your favorite subject in school. Anything will do, I won't complain.
[ As much as he may explore, his interest lies most with those who have access to this. He can find so much more when dives into the people he thinks change this world more than the world itself. ]