November 2, 2019

The old man absentmindedly marked the ground with his cane. He looked up at the dirty face boy talking in front of him. β€œMark my words, grandpa I’m going to make my mark on the world I promise.” The old man smiled as he tossed the boy’s hair knowingly as he wondered who he was.

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