Michael The Tiny Dot

Welcome to the Dream Story I made. This is about the story of many people (who are actually like dots) who are in constant search of their place in this world and their happiness.

Friday

Page 49

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to feed myself. Unless you want me to taste you.”

The dot hastily dived deeper and never looked up.

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