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Post by betheran12 on Apr 16, 2024 13:35:16 GMT -5
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Post by betheran12 on Apr 16, 2024 13:35:28 GMT -5
Nine-year-old Sammy had made some friends with the Microns. They reminded him of ants. And they even tickled like ants when he placed them on a arm or leg. There were a few he made friends with vie the communication disc developed to listen and talk to Microns. Sammy affectionately called them his talking ant’s pals. Sammy carefully put on himself those friends of his. The Microns found it hard to think of him as a nine-year-old boy. Instead, he was like some cosmic God.
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