dimanche 17 janvier 2021

strangers.

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The little eight year old Gallifreyan never was entirely good around others, something which his father always accosted him for. He was cordial to them, for sure, but he always felt strange around them. Like he wouldn’t fit in. But that sweet little boy with a blonde mop atop his head did something to make the Oakdown’s Time Tot’s hearts flutter. A friend. His first proper friend, he thought.

Words: 1545, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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