I remember the day I met him.
His head poking at my door, never really asking for permission whether he could go in or not.
Oh, but I didn't mind. I needed some companion on that night anyway.
I remember the way his eyes sparkled as his mouth told tales of never-ending adventure.
I remember how he smiled at each thought.
How he always never seems to have space for worries.
I remember the day I met Peter.
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Peter
Cerita PendekA tale about Peter. The boy who never growed up. --- Peter was an innocent, naive boy. He shows up at your window when you least expect it, bringing magic, dreams, and fairy dust as exchange for your attention. He takes you to wonderful adventures...
