Men of MiraclesI rember it like it was yesterday, and I remember it as well: it was on a Friday. I was laying down on my bed, whistling the melody to Mozart's Symphony in G Minor. I can't remember which number opus it was, for he wrote more than twenty-five symphonies. Of that I'm sure. All at once, I heard a crashing noise, and felt the bits of glass land on me. There was a small stone on my chest; someone had thrown it through the window. I sprung to my feet and stuck my head out of the window, fixing my gaze to the forest clearing afar. In the distance, I could see a man witMen of Miracles
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WAPOW!
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