Chapter 11:
Tales from Beletrie
“Plenty…” I smirked before a three-way junction, sea before me. The sun winked, shyly rising up as I turned right.
Long pink hair fluttered along her tiny sketchbook’s paper- sniff.
Really, it’s tiny, a handful, it’s cute, even she’s lost within as I walked by, her sketch wriggled before me.
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