Last week, at the food court, there was a grandpa milling about, intensely engaged with his phone. When he eventually passed me, I managed to catch a glimpse of what he was preoccupied by. Dawwwww.
Somewhere, lost in the clouded annals of history, lies a place that few have seen — a mysterious place called the Unknown, where long forgotten stories are revealed to those who travel through the wood.
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