Book Description
Tell me again why we’re doing this?
John, Soul ticked, Where’s your sense of adventure? A journey is its own reward.
I scoffed, There better be cake. I demand a cake after all the effort of putting up with you.
He feigned insult. I’ll have you know that most people are delighted to speak to me.
I laughed; I am most people!
Oh pish posh, he countered. Now stop sulking and let’s get going; you have a message to deliver.
I wondered how many people would care for the letter I carry. Would I be able to deliver my message, or would I get lost in these ill-forsaken roads of destiny? What a funny word that is. And how cruel it is to…
I winced away from the memory as I set about walking without thinking. Of course… where was I?
John? Soul’s familiar voice echoed through my skull…
Yes… that’s how we started it.
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