Fate Has No Price – 50 Word Story

He smiles nervously, letting out a muffled laugh. “You’re pulling my leg, right? How couldn’t you recognise yourself?”

Her face looks at him coldly, and she stands quickly. “I WAS BUT A CHILD OF SEVEN! THERE WAS NO WAY I COULD RECOGNISE MY FUTURE SELF AT THAT AGE!” She bellows.

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