Drawing

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"Well it's good that you did." I announce. "Really. And how so?" He teases. I change the subject. "Got any drawing utensils?" "You mean like paper and pencils? Yeah, we have that." "Can I borrow some?" "Sure I'll go get it." A few minutes later Peter comes back with some stuff. I lean back against a post of the verandah, looking for something to draw. I look at Peter. "Bingo." I think. I'll draw him. We sit lazily for a few hours, occasionally popping or heads up at one-another to get a better look. All of a sudden Petes next to me. "How did you move so fast?" I ask. "What do you mean?" "I didn't even see you move from there to here." I say. "Magic." He states simply. I ponder the thought. It could be possible, I guess, with this being Neverland and all. "Can you teach me?" I ask. "In time yes. We will start tomorrow. By the way, nice drawing."

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