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~bubbles
I was gazing out of the car window, it was raining heavily and Earth's pleasant scent was all in the air. There was a toad out in the front, chasing a tiny, blue butterfly. The butterfly was teasing him , oh but it looked like he was having a great time. Good for him! Kai dropped me home and kissed me goodbye. I had just got out of the shower. Made a hot cocoa for myself and snuggled up in a blanket with "fault in our stars"
Now I was reading the part where Hazel reads the letter to Augustus. It took me back to the time when someone special had written a crazy letter for me back in time . Bubbles.
Bubbles was no ordinary guy, there was something very special about him, about his whole aura. I was 14 when I met bubbles. I was looking for new books in a store down the street, because you just can not get enough. Am I right or am I right? Well, I was looking for something in the horror/thriller section. Stefen King's "The Stand" caught my eyes I went to get the bo
Sanvi VaidyaLet's find out what was in the letter. Shall we now?
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