I am twenty years old. To a world-wise adult, I am little more than a child. To any child, however, I am old enough to be distrusted, to be excluded forever from the magical community of the short and beardless.

Dear future, I can assure you that you will definitely be beautiful and cheerful for my adjusting and concerned nature, but no idea about my happiness by having you becz I know, I am in dreams of having other future from years.

My real soul...? It’s real only when it’s independent...

Keep reading. It's one of the most marvelous adventures that anyone can have.

Written By Lloyd Alexander

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