Public Wolf on Nostr: nprofile1q…9znff Picture it. The year is 1968. An adorable seven year old ventures ...
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When they get there, it's foggy. I mean THICK fog, you can barely see in front of you.
The adorable boy trudges on. Then he sits on a beach blanket next to his mom.
The fog thins.
The woman next to the adorable boy turns around and says, "Hello. Who are you?"
It wasn't the adorable boy's mother.
Panicked, the adorable boy bolts, running up and down the beach. "Mom! Dad! Mom! Daaad!"
Eventually the adorable boy spots his family sitting nonchalantly on their beach blanket. He runs up to them.
"What the hell have you been up to?" says Dad.
When they get there, it's foggy. I mean THICK fog, you can barely see in front of you.
The adorable boy trudges on. Then he sits on a beach blanket next to his mom.
The fog thins.
The woman next to the adorable boy turns around and says, "Hello. Who are you?"
It wasn't the adorable boy's mother.
Panicked, the adorable boy bolts, running up and down the beach. "Mom! Dad! Mom! Daaad!"
Eventually the adorable boy spots his family sitting nonchalantly on their beach blanket. He runs up to them.
"What the hell have you been up to?" says Dad.