Chapter eighteen. Who not?...
June 19, 2024 at 1:51 AM
Part eighteen. Who not?...
Continues...
A small white fluff flew through the “pure black” garden. If you come closer or finally put on glasses...
Your words will be something like this:
“There is only one deception around - this is not fluff!”
- ISABELLE. It’s very convenient to be small, you know how to hide in the bushes...
The only thing that was not part of this little man’s plans was her father’s observation skills...
- That’s not fair! - a standard phrase from any child who wanted to go out to play and not lose at hide and seek. Hide and seek is also a standard game that can be played by people who do not have a phone at hand. (Sorry...)
Death does not always understand the meaning of some games, even if it seems that this is the simplest game in the world. Especially when we are talking about those games that were unplanned and were not properly advertised...
Death stood on his knees and looked straight into the back of the child’s head.
- I FOUND YOU. The girl puffed out her cheeks and turned to him. In a sense, her father even admired the behavior of his “fluff in a white dress.” Mainly because he didn’t fully understand her, and was fascinated by her, like any other parent.
-COME HERE. He took her in his arms, even in his arms, the girl continued to be offended.
-WHAT ABOUT ICE CREAM? Oooh, he knows how to bribe a four year old. Especially someone with a sweet tooth like her.