He talked to it, and loved it. He always wanted to learn more about it. Whenever he brought it with
him to school, every teacher got mad at him, and his friends got scared because they thought it
could hurt them. It looked scary. Its oldness, and color were the main factors for it to be
marginalized by other people. However he never minded what other people thought. He was going
to take care of it, and try to learn its secrets. Its awful smell was the first thing to reason out for him.
The smell was always there; he didn't mind carrying it wherever he went with its terrible smell. He
also wanted to figure out the reason of its color. Some people said it was colorless, but he believed
that it had a color; it had a color that could made everyone believe that it was harmless.
One day he brought it with him to school again. His friends started to ask him where he got it from.
He said that it was from their basement. One of his friends tried to take it away from him, when he
did, he started to hit it. The little boy started crying over it.
The boy went home crying, and he put it on his desk. He started staring at it for hours. Was he
scared of it? No. Was he going to throw it away? No. So why did he want to learn more about an
old book that was hidden in their basement for a long time?
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