Hello. You must not read this. You have better things to do. But if you do choose to, you rebel, here's a description of what I write...

She was walking along the shore theorizing about the nature of reality, but that is unimportant for this story. What is important is the...

You think you know me, mister? I’m just a boy, seven years old, small enough to slip through cracks, quiet enough that no one listens. I...