The BeginningAs the Boy peered around the corner of a building at the perimeter of the marketplace, he noticed an unattended cart full of fruit. He made his way into the densely packed crowd of people haggling with various merchants. Forcing his way through, he arrived at the cart full of delicious fruit moments later.The Beginning
The Boy swung his head around looking for anyone who might be watching him, but everyone was minding their own transactions. Satisfied with his privacy, he reached out slowly to pick up a juicy red apple. Suddenly a large hand grabbed his grimy wrist with much force.
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You're not here to dictate your life to someone else. You write your own story. WRITE IT. Live it. Love it.
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You're not here to dictate your life to someone else. You write your own story. WRITE IT. Live it. Love it.
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You're not here to dictate your life to someone else. You write your own story. WRITE IT. Live it. Love it.
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