Beyond the lines
Once upon a time me and my little brother were in bed and my grandpa was telling a story about world war one, after grandpa told us a story, I was imagining and dreaming about world war one.
Then I was in the boat with all the soldiers. The door to the boat opened.
Me and my little brother went running I’m so nervous about the gun shots.
Then we hid behind a metal piece and we saw grandpa. He was so young that day because I was imagining the whole thing. I’m just dreaming.
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