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- A boy
There once was a boy who liked to play with his things. He played with them endlessly looking for some kind of joy to bring into his life. He got bored with every single thing that he fell in love with. Now he looks for something new to do without realizing that the only thing that can make him happy is something he cannot quite grasp yet.