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The Links to my stories in order!!!!!!!

Harvest of Rarities Pt1- https://tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/767422879459672064/the-harvest-of-rarities-pt1?source=share…

Harvest of Rarities Pt2- https://tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/767423366047170560/the-harvest-of-rarities-pt2?source=share

The Play Thing PT1 https://tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/768984589255557120/the-play-thing?source=share…

The Play Thing PT2 https://tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/768984711180812288/the-play-thing?source=share…

The Play Thing PT3 https://tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/770069226051551232/the-play-thing-pt3?source=share…

The Play Thing PT4 https://tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/770069374743756800/the-play-thing-part-4?source=share…

The Play Thing PT5 https://tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/770069497906413568/the-play-thing-part-5?source=share…

The Play Thing PT6 https://www.tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/770069593425346560/the-play-thing-part-6?source=share

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this scene always cracks me up he’s just standing there like “fuck u screaming for”

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♡ The Play Thing ♡ Part 6

There is about one or 2 more parts!!! I'm having fun writing this story!!!

I ran around the dusty house, looking through each room, everywhere. The kitchen was empty. With each room I looked through, the angrier I became. My brain began to get fuzzy, my human mind began to leave. I walked into the living room. The darkness of the room mixed with the amount of dust in this room made my head spin more. I looked around rapidly looking around, then I saw it. My body froze, I snapped back into reality. The trap door was propped open, my blood felt like it was frozen. I slowly looked over to it, I looked down, staring down at the dark stairwell. Worry began to fill my body.  Someone is in my basement, where the bodies were, where he was. The man in the cage. I closed my eyes, focusing on what I heard, mutters, footsteps, something is missing, where was the yelling from the monster that was in the cage. I slowly walked down, each step was like torture, with each step my stress raised. I walked down a dozen steps. Then I made my way to the last step, more worry began to fill my body.

The only sound I heard now is the mutters of someone else. Something happened to the monster, the human. I slowly walked down the dark hall. The air was thick, the walls were plastered with muck. Deep colors of red were on the walls, blood was the deep coloring on the walls. The muttering suddenly stopped. I walked over to my bed, room, pressing my head to the door. I move my hand to the door handle. Everything felt like it was going slowly. Everything was slow motion. Opening the door, I peaked my head into the room. Everything was the same, the bloodstained room, the bucket that was hanging off the ceiling, everything the same so far, until I looked at the cage. For the first time in years, centuries even, I got sick to my stomach. 

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♡ The Play Thing ♡ Part 5

Here is part 5!!! It's getting good I thing! Well I hope someone likes it!!!

After all of the meat was cut, the feeling of the pork being cut. The blood was all over my hands and arms, I never wore gloves. I needed to feel the raw, squishy meat under my hands. I sighed and looked around the room as I did so. The feeling of joy when I cut and broke the meat began to fade. My happiness began to disappear. I looked down at my hands, the myoglobin of the pig covered my hands.

The walk out of the room was quick and short. I moved to the sink that was planted in another room. I turned on the sink, running my hands under the running water. Watching the red liquid fall down the drain. My mood began to drop, small amounts of rage began to form. I dried my hand into the scrap rage next to the sink. I walked out of the room and grabbed the eighty dollars that were left out for me to take, as my payment.

I walked out of the butcher shop, my hands began to find their way into the pockets that were sawed on the bloodied apron. Moving down the street, looking at the leaves that falled down the trees, covering the ground in even more leaves. The ground was wet and slippery. With each step, my shoes slide slightly on the ground due to the leaves. My footsteps began to sound wet as I walked, the wet leaves causing the squishy noises. 

Getting closer and closer to my house, something began to feel off. Something's happening. Something, or someone is in my house. I began to walk faster. My rage began to get stronger. When I began to see my house in my vision, I ran to the house. I noticed something. The door was wide open. My chest began to feel tight, so I stormed into my house. I left the door wide as I stormed into my invaded house. I first looked everywhere on the abandoned upstairs parts of the house. Some part of my body is hoping it is just some random teenagers that got suspicious of the empty house that someone is supposed to live in. 

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♡ The Play Thing ♡ Part 4

Here is part 4 of the story!!! Just a few more parts!!! I hope you enjoy!!!

Stepping out to see the bright world, the sun makes me feel a bit dizzy. The size of my pupils changed, growing bigger. There was a pin on my coat, a pin that states my name. “Kurt…” My name was Kurt, a common name, but it's so botherful. My coworkers always find ways to say it with an annoying voice, something about that drives me crazy. Their voices make me feel angry.  Everyone’s voice made me angry, everyone made me angry. With the way they acted, with the way they talked, moved, thought, everything was so annoying. I walked over to the street, locking my front door. With each step, I got closer and closer to my job.

The sidewalk was covered in leaves, hiding the mess of the sloppy job of the uneven concrete. I walked down, closer and closer to the butcher shop. It doesn't get much attention due to grocery stores, but it still gets enough for me to work. I walked over to the front as I got there. The front had some flowerbeds, filled with bright flowers. The window had an open sign, blinking. I smiled and walked it. I love working with knives, I love feeling the meat under my hands. I walked over to the back, ignoring everyone, moving straight to the back.

I sighed and grabbed the dead pig, I stared into its blurry eyes, the life that was no longer there, it lost everything. I scuffed and laid it down, its legs were layered over each other, its mouth was wide open, it was staring forward.. I grabbed the butcher knife. I raised my arm, then striked down. A loud  wet noise then a cracking noise was heard, the knife cracked the neck of the pig. Disgusting juices of the animal's dead body began to ooze out of the cut. I smirked as my eyes began to glue to the oozing cut. It began to remind of the blood that bled out of the people, the people that were killed by me. After all of the meat was cut, the feeling of the pork being cut. The blood was all over my hands and arms, I never wore gloves. I needed to feel the raw, squishy meat under my hands. I sighed and looked around the room as I did so. The feeling of joy when I cut and broke the meat began to fade. My happiness began to disappear. I looked down at my hands, the myoglobin of the pig covered my hands. The walk out of the room was quick and short. I moved to the sink that was planted in another room. I turned on the sink, running my hands under the running water. Watching the red liquid fall down the drain. My mood began to drop, small amounts of rage began to form. I dried my hand into the scrap rage next to the sink. I walked out of the room and grabbed the eighty dollars that were left out for me to take, as my payment. I walked out of the butcher shop, my hands began to find their way into the pockets that were sawed on the bloodied apron. Moving down the street, looking at the leaves that falled down the trees, covering the ground in even more leaves. The ground was wet and slippery. With each step, my shoes slide slightly on the ground due to the leaves. My footsteps began to sound wet as I walked, the wet leaves causing the squishy noises. 

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♡ The Play Thing ♡ PT3

This is part 3 of my on-going story!!! I hol you guys love itt!!!

The light was making me feel dizzy, the feeling of my pupils constantly growing and shrinking in size. A headache began to form. I looked around, the mess was driving me crazy. The bodies of the horrible mutants were making this place more dirty. The blood of the past victims painted the walls. Then I saw the most recent person. “Sweet little Willow.” I spoke softly as I walked over to the girl. She was just fifteen years old, and yet she was a mutant. “You are still so pretty, I wish you were normal.” I spoke softly as I walked over to her dead body. When I killed her, I made sure to do it cleanly. She is so pretty. I smiled and sat next to her body. I rested my hand on her open stomach. Cold, it is so cold now. I scuffed and stood up, I looked down at her. I pressed my foot against the face. She is useless now, her body is lifeless, no warmth, no soul. I kicked her face, it just limply moved. I smiled and began to kick her face over and over. Small bruise began to form on my foot.

“WHY!? You lost your purity! You're just another monster now!” I yelled. My anger got stronger and stronger. I then looked down at her, my face softing. I sat down, grabbing her body. I was cradling her body, tears fell down my face. I gently kissed her cheek, holding her closer to myself. “I'm so sorry.” I muttered softly. I felt so bad. My body shook, I felt so bad, I didn't want to be like this. 

As I walked out of the room I gave her one last glare before I turned off the lights and left the room. I wiped my mucky hands, removing the chunky blood that coated my hands. My shoes made low tapping noises with each step. I began to walk by my room, hearing the yelling of the creature that rested there. I scuffed as I began to walk up the flight of stairs that rested near my bedroom. As I walked up to them, I got closer and closer to the front door. I was going to my job. I grumbled as I opened the hatch that separated the upper house to the basement. I was a butcher in a local shop, I used to look a bit more normal if someone saw some leftover blood that I didn't remove.

As I walked over to my dusty house, walking to the butcher coat that was hanging on the hook next to the door that led out to his unknown house of corpses. As I grabbed the coat, which was splattered with a mix of animal blood, and the blood of the past victim, but nobody knew that it was a mix of different substances. 

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♡ The Play Thing ♡

Hiii!!! Here is part 2 of my story! This is still more but I didn't write it yet!! Oops!

The light was making me feel dizzy, the feeling of my pupils constantly growing and shrinking in size. A headache began to form. I looked around, the mess was driving me crazy. The bodies of the horrible mutants were making this place more dirty. The blood of the past victims painted the walls. Then I saw the most recent person. “Sweet little Willow.” I spoke softly as I walked over to the girl. She was just fifteen years old, and yet she was a mutant. “You are still so pretty, I wish you were normal.” I spoke softly as I walked over to her dead body. When I killed her, I made sure to do it cleanly. She is so pretty. I smiled and sat next to her body. I rested my hand on her open stomach. Cold, it is so cold now. I scuffed and stood up, I looked down at her. I pressed my foot against the face. She is useless now, her body is lifeless, no warmth, no soul. I kicked her face, it just limply moved. I smiled and began to kick her face over and over. Small bruise began to form on my foot. “WHY!? You lost your purity! You're just another monster now!” I yelled. My anger got stronger and stronger. I then looked down at her, my face softing. I sat down, grabbing her body. I was cradling her body, tears fell down my face. I gently kissed her cheek, holding her closer to myself. “I'm so sorry.” I muttered softly. I felt so bad. My body shook, I felt so bad, I didn't want to be like this. As I walked out of the room I gave her one last glare before I turned off the lights and left the room. I wiped my mucky hands, removing the chunky blood that coated my hands. Mt shoes made low tapping noises with each step. I began to walk by my room, hearing the yelling of the creature that rested there. I scuffed as I began to walk up the flight of stairs that rested near my bedroom. As I walked up to them, I got closer and closer to the front door. I was going to my job. I grumbled as I opened the hatch that separated the upper house to the basement. 

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♡ The Play Thing ♡

Hiii!!! This is once again a part of my SECOND story for a project for my 8th English class. I am going to add more parts to is as I go on, but yeah! I really wanna get more popular with writing! ♡

I groaned as I stood up from my bed. The room I was in had a deep musky smell. It was so repulsive, if I had not been used to the smell, I would pass out. I rubbed my eyes and made my way to the light switch, flicking it on. A loud animal sound could be heard, a rusty cage that was located in one of the corners of the room. A human that was beaten and bruised, the mix of the cuts from the sharp edges on the rusty cage caused deep infected cuts, white pus leaked from a few of the cuts on their hands. It yelled and screamed. I scuffed and opened the cage, it ran out of the cage. Standing up, the bloody clothes draped over the lower body of the person. I looked at them in disgust, causing the person to whimper with fright. I walked away from the person, but turned to them when I went to the door. “You dumb f##king dog, you lose all humanity you ever had, now you are reduced to a useless f##king monster. All you are is a toy I use to fulfill my needs.” I spoke in a deep tone that was laced with anger. I grabbed my keys from a dusty table, I looked around at the room one last time. The walls were splattered with someone's blood, a bucket was hanging from the ceiling. It was a deep red color. I knew what was in the bucket, the severed limbs of the past people that I used. My needs, my wants have to be fulfilled. I sighed and walked out of the room. I turned off the light, then walked out, locking it behind me, making sure my toy would not leave me. The new room I walked into was even more dark. I stumbled over chains that were covered in a squishy material. The musky smell was getting stronger and stronger as I walked deeper into the basement I'm in. I made my way deeper and deeper into the room. Then I stopped, I put my hand to a wall and felt around. Then, my hand felt the light switch that was for this room. Im going do what I need to do, what I want to do. As my finger flicked the light on, I subconsciously closed my eyes. After a bit, I opened my eyes to see the light turning on and off, feeling my pupils move smaller and larger to adjust to the light blinking. The flickering light showed the messy room. Chains with hooks at the end of them were everywhere on the ceiling. Some were unused but some were hanging the shredded body parts of different people, some were the mutants that try to say that they were human. The different powers, the different looks of the mutants separate them from us. Even with all the stronger nature of them, they are still weaker than the power of a real human. 

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The Harvest Of Rarities Pt2

After hours of being outside, I made my way home. Walking down the street. I began to hear footsteps behind me. I didn't look back, but continued to walk faster. The footsteps got closer and closer behind me. I took a deep breath and turned around. I looked around behind me, but there was nobody. I sighed and turned around.

Then I felt somebody grab my wrists, holding them behind my back. Yelling on the top of my lungs, the person that was holding me from behind shoved something in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but they had wrapped tape around my mouth and nose, making the rag go deeper into my mouth. My eyes got teary as the rag began to hit my throat. I gagged on it. I felt tape be wrapped around my wrists, holding them behind my back. I tried to kick them off, my muffled yelling helped try to fight off the person. Then I felt something hit my head.

My eyes closed, I groaned. My ears began to ring, it was so deafening. Losing all my balance, I dropped to the ground. My life faded, making my body limp. The person who did this to me, grabbed my taped wrists, dragging me on the ground. Scraping my skin in the meantime. My body was limp, so it was easy for the person to shove me into the back of a car.

They roughly shoved into the trunk. They taped my ankles together, so I couldn't move even if I was awake. I woke up, that area around my mouth was covered in my drool. My body was throbbing from being in the back of a car, in an uncomfortable position for who knows how long. My body moved to the back of the seats, the car had stopped. The thumps of heavy footsteps made it to the trunk.

As the trunk opened, I got to see shady figures, they were the ones that were taking me. I tried to move, but my body was still sore, and even if I wasn't sore, the tape stopped me.  One of the figures grabbed me and roughly threw me out of the car, my body made a thump as it hit the ground. I looked around outside, I was somewhere in a forest. The area was dark, so I could be wrong.

A figure bent down and grabbed me by my hair, pulling my body up. Their friend took this time to put tape over my eyes, stopping me from amazing the area. All I could do was feel and hear what was going on. I felt them fully pick me up. I tried to speak, but the tape and rag was still stopping me. The time they stopped wilking, they dropped me to the ground once more. This time, it hurt more, I groaned loudly. They ripped the tape off my eyes, it hurt a bit, but not as much as the multiple times I was dropped.

I took this opportunity to look around. I was in a hospital room. I saw red bloody marks on a bed. There was a tray that I couldn't look at yet, but I could guess it was medical tools. I wanted to scream and cry, but my body was even too scared to shed a tear. One of the figures picked me up, putting me on the dirty bed. My body shivered as I thought of what happened in this room to cause it to become this dirty. The figure loomed over me, they turned on a light, it was blinding white. My eyes reacted, squinting, I turned my head. 

My body flinched as another person walked in. They were fully covered, I didn't care about that. But I cared about the ice box that was in his hands. The man walked over next to me and dropped the ice box down near the bed. I tried to wiggle off the bed, but the figure that was in here first grabbed me. I looked at them with pleading eyes, but they strapped me down to the bed. It was just some belts that were sawed onto the bed. My eyes got teary as I thought about what would happen. I looked over to the tray that I couldn't look at before, I was right.

It was surgical tools. I noticed that they took off the tape that was on my ankles and wrists, but they had put the belt on my legs and arms. They continued to strap me down, my thighs, biceps, neck, and my forehead. I couldn't move at all now, just my eyes. My eyes darted around the room. Looking at the figure and the man, my breathing got quicker and quicker. The figure stood in the corner, watching me like a hawk. Even with a light on, I still couldn't fully see them. They were like a shadow, it must be his power. I couldn't care less, I was kidnaped, on a medical bed.

I looked around the room, the dirt, the blood. It was so bare in here, no pictures, just muck that was like paint around the room. The smell began to finally get to my nose. It was so strong, so musky. My eyes got teary once more, but just due to the smell. I gagged, the rag that was still in my mouth finally hit the back of my throat to trigger me to spew whatever is in my stomach. The rag and tape stopped anything from leaving my mouth , but just small bits of throw up trickled out of a small gap of the tape. The puke fell back to my throat, making me gag and choke on it. My eyes began to fully shed tears. The man tightened the belt that was holding my head down.

The pressure was too much. It felt like my head would explode. Then I noticed the man grabbed a scalpel, it was so dirty, it was covered in dried blood from the past unlucky victims and dust. I was still choking, but it settled down now. The knife was so close to my body, my eyes widened. Then the man put down the knife, but grabbed some scissors. He brought the scissors to my shirt, at the base. The scissor opened and was positioned to cut my shirt. I closed my eyes. The sound of fabric being cut was one of the only sounds in the barren room. My stomach was now touching the cold air.

My eyes were still closed. My shirt was now cut off, my body shivered. I opened my eyes once more, looking down at my revealed stomach. I whimpered, but it went unheard. The rag now tasted like vomit.

My eyes watered as I thought about what was going to happen. The man grabbed the scalpel, and brought it to my bare stomach. I stuck in my stomach, trying to not let the blade touch me. I made a small whimper, I can't believe this is happening. The dirty blade got closer and closer to my belly. Then it finally made contact, it barely just cut my skin. My eyes instantly got teary. Due to the dirt and muck that is on the blade, the cut area began to burn. The burning feeling spread over my stomach area. I watched as the scalpel buried itself deeper and deeper into my belly. Blood began to pour out of it, rolling off my belly. My eyes got more teary, I tried to yell and scream, but the rag that was deep in my mouth stopped it from happening. I wanted to kick and move away, but being strapped to the bed didn't help.

The burning and sharp pain began to get more and more unbearable. I watched as my stomach got ripped open by the blade, they began to cut a square of my stomach skin off. I began to cry, watching as they pulled up a chunk of my skin. It was bleeding heavily, they brought it up to the light, looking at it carefully. Then the man smiled. He brought it down to my face, then draped my own skin onto my face. It was still warm, still wet with my own blood. I closed my eyes, wanting this to end. My body began to feel light headed, a pain on my head began to become so loud and painful, it felt like I was getting drilled into my skull. My body began to feel like I was falling. 

My body felt warm. 

My eyes rolled back.

My world began to fade away. 

I began to feel nothing.

I began to see nothing.

I began to hear nothing.

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The Harvest Of Rarities Pt1

I looked up into the sky, it was getting darker. The moon was almost above me, covering my path in light. The road I was walking on was rough, the loose rocks making popping noises as they were crushed under my boots. I was wearing cargo shorts, my legs were getting cold, but I am just a few minutes away from my house.

I looked up to the moon once more. I saw a man. A man with moth-like wings, flying above me. This is a rare occurrence when you're in a superhero world. It was cool at first, having a chance to get your own super ability. But the world is cruel, there is no balance with them. One can have an amazing ability, then one will have nothing. There is 20% of getting one of these powers. I got lucky with my power, Mimic. Well, my power’s name is Mimic. As the name states, I can mimic people's powers, even if they are physical, gaining their power in a span of one or two seconds. They can also stick with me for the rest of my life, the new compiled abilities will stick with me for the rest of my life. Many call me lucky for first getting a power, but also to get a strong one. But I hate it, it would be more useful if I was an adult, and not a fifteen year old. 

I sighed and continued to walk down the path. I groaned a bit, my feet hurt from walking almost all day. I touched the bottom of my feet, and I began to slightly float in the air. I sighed in relief as the pain left and I floated instead of walking. I was floating to my apartment, it was a small apartment, pretty cheap too. Well cheap compared to the other apartments around here, it was just three hundred and sixty-three dollars a month, per person too. I live alone, no roommates, no pets, and no family. My mom was a heavy drug addict, and my dad was out of the picture. I left the house on my own safely. I got a deal for the flat due to my young age and situation. I made my way to my apartment and opened the door, seeing the bare room brought back the realization that I am barely living. I can use one power I mimicked, it's called creation. I can use it to make anything if I know how to make it, but it takes water. I've been wanting to try to copy money, I've been wondering if it would work if I did. I grabbed a cup of water for the sink in my one room apartment. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I don't know what it looks like to create things, but I don't want to know. I put my finger into the water, then I felt it change, turning into cash. I opened my eyes and smiled, it turned into money. I pulled out one of the dozen hundred dollars that were in the cup. I looked at it closely, it looked real. I smiled and counted all the money. It was about enough for rent and food. I smiled, “Okay… So I need to separate the money, budgeting…” I began to mutter to myself about my budgeting, then I stopped and looked at the clock, it stated that it was past eleven at night.

I sighed and put my money away into my wallet. I walked to my bed, and layed down. I closed my eyes, I didn't have time to change into my PJs. I began to slowly drift away into sleep, until my landline went off. I groaned, getting up. Grabbing the phone in my hands and putting it to my ear. “Hello?” I spoke in a slightly angry tone. First there was a robotic voice, “This is an automatic call.” Then there was a beep, showing that the automatic call started.

“Hello? This is the principle of Westside Valley Middle School. I am calling to say that school for tomorrow is canceled due to the lack of staff. There is a stomach bug that is going around causing this. So make sure to wash your hands. Goodbye.” One more beep makes it so I know the call is over. I sighed and put the phone down, plopping down on the bed again. I groaned and sat up, I can't get myself to sleep. I grabbed my phone, opening up any social media to distract me. I began to scroll and scroll through endless pictures and videos. I saw models showing off their beauty to brainrotting videos. Watching short videos, melting my brain as they get dumber and dumber the more I watch. The same dumb phrases over and over, making me get more and more tired with the dumb words. As I scrolled deeper and deeper though the endless amount of content, I began to get more and more tired. I yawned, laying onto my side and turning off my phone. Grabbing onto a pillow, I began to finally begin to sleep. 

I walked through a dark forest, looking around. Bugs flew around my face, causing me to swat them away the best I could. Walking deeper into the forest I began to be able to see less and less. A dark void began to form around me. First, the distance went away, then the path in front of me. Then the void began to cover my body…

I woke up and groaned.  It was a recurring dream I've been having. My vision disappears every time. I looked over to my window, squinting a bit due to the lighting change. I felt my pupils in my eyes shift their size. I turned back to my clock and noticed it had just turned noon. I sat up and stretched. Groaning slightly as I cracked my bones. I walked over to my dresser and got dressed for the new day. Putting on clean clothes, I grabbed my phone, shoving it deep into my pocket. I got ready to leave the house. Walking out of my apartment, I locked the door behind me. As I walked down the halls of the apartment complex, I looked at all the room numbers. I walked out of the building fully, looking around to see nice trees that covered that area in dark shadows. Where my window had no trees, causing the sunlight to go into my room, it was a blessing and a curse.  I walked down to my favorite area in this whole town, the park. I got to see small animals and bugs interacting with each other. I smiled as I sat down in the middle of this park area, on the bench where I had the view of the lake, and the best part, the ducks. I watched the ducks quack at each other, eating whatever they could get. 

Then someone tapped my back, and in response I jumped. “Jesus!” I yelled and turned around to see who it was. It was a homeless man that alway talked to me. He looked like the stereotypical homeless man, dirty, baggy clothes, messy hair. He was very nice, but he did not look nice. “Oh, hi-” I muttered.  He laughed and sat down next to me, I tried to not gag with the smell he was giving off.

“Hey Willow! I always loved that name. But anyways I got some money, do you want it?” He smiled, offering me his money when he needs it more. He wasn't homeless due to drugs or drinking, but from always trusting everyone. He never took time for himself. 

“No, I found a way to make money, and stop giving money away. You need it more.”

“Yeah, but youre the kid that loves alone.”

“But you're an adult homeless man.” I spoke, that made him shut up. He just looked forward, watching the ducks with me. I smiled slightly, watching the ducks dive to get their food from the water. Then the homeless man left, leaving me alone with the ducks. I watched the people that passed me, watching everything around me. The area was calm. It was so beautiful.