I looked at him. He's changed. He's no longer the small scrawny guy I once knew.
Then I looked at me. I haven't changed a bit. I still wear my favourite hoody even when I should put it in the wash. I haven't changed, but is that a bad thing?
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Spin A Yarn
Short StoryCan you spin a yarn but make it shorter than a piece of string? Write a short story in less than 50 words.
