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3.PLUTO.

3. PLUTO.

Hello, today I’m going to tell you a story.
This is not a fictional story, this is my life story.
I’m youngest one out of nine children. All my brothers and sisters are very much talented and magnificent.
In comparison, I’m so small, and weak at work.
At the beginning of life I tried very hard to keep up with my brothers and sisters, but I always slow.
But at least I’m trying.

Then one day, they don’t accept me anymore.
They frequently questioning me, why are you so small ?, why were you even born?, and  your not one of us.
Slowly they started put me distance from family.
They stops mentioning in family topics, and they stops telling about me to their kids.
After few years, everyone forget that I’m one of them.
I’m no more in their memories and even they forget my name.

And “MY NAME IS PLUTO”.


                                                                                           - a story teller (V13).



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