Leroy
He left a mark on the map.Stepped back. Another hand was holding a flashlight.
A glance rushed over the beam of light.And he could discern thousand of maps all over the walls.
Leroy was in the tree house.
Sprinkle.
A rain drop hit the glass window on the ceiling.
Sprinkle.
Sprinkle.
After a few seconds, he sat down and leaned against the wall.
A nature started to play a pitter-patter music outside.
Turned off the flashlight.Closed his eyes.
He loved this place.But he would never recognizes himself in this weakness.
Ever.
Sprinkle.
Sprinkle.
Lacked only tea...
Sprinkle.
Sprinkle.
Sprinkle.
Boom!
That wasn't a rain drop.
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