"Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily.
"I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg."
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3 comments:
keep writing this. I want more.
jmbarrie wrote this, the author of peter pan.
okay. well make it yours.
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