Dad, there’s an old grandpa sitting there, he’s crying—he’s thirsty. Can we buy him some water, and maybe a pancake too?!” the boy pleaded with his father.
A warm, golden autumn evening wrapped the city in a soft glow, as if the heavens themselves had decided to add a drop of magic to the day. The air was thick with the scent of wet leaves soaked by rain and the lingering warmth of the departing summer, with the smell of freshly baked […]
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