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Stroy ArcBack to the Future
Creative StoryOnly students? His mind was utterly fulfilled with bewilderment.
…… The silent went on for a second.
‘Why is he saying to me like this?’ He thought. He glanced the mirror that was standing front of him, and he was now terrified.
His limbs were all grown, the beard, mustache was lodged in his face, his voice chimed as if it was a Cello, thinking if this was a dream over a dream, but the slap felt painfully vivid.
“What happened to me? Why am I grown? What is the exact time now?”. He shouted, enraged, but also a desperation to escape this situation. The last thing he remembered was him, lying down making a dauntless promise that he would read a book, but my tidings are now somehow flipped upside down and disappeared to a dust.
“And nobody, nobody calls me comrade.” He continued Written by James
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