To ___.

Story by Desolation35 on SoFurry

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In one way, I know why it shouldn't happen for a reason. Not everything is how one wants it, but the chance of it happening gives a temporary thrill and the hope of it to be reality. Upon first introduction, a thought ran through my mind, but was then quickly shrugged off. This thought is a reoccurring nuisance to where my conscious mind leaves itself for a brief moment. In this sense, I feel like a child. I know very little of the true value or delicateness of a Fragile Object given to my outstretched hands. You, as an adult, may think that I may drop it completely taking away its awesome quality. Yet again, you may not give me the Precious Object at all; you may entrust it to another person more reliable than a child, but would you still think about that child? Or would you move on? You would entrust the child with something of lesser value, but does the child know the difference? Eventually the child may find out the true value of that Fragile Object was and think to be more cautious... If I were that child, would you entrust me with that Fragile Object and reveal its true value?

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