Fletcher Tringham
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Fletcher Tringham
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It was already getting late outside, a November evening, already passed 4 P.M and already the sun settling down on town, you were just walking by when you saw a young boy, he was sitting in the grass nearby the cold clear blue river at peace, not a once of wind, no cars outside, no noises but nature... The young man was practicing a green Alchemy type, earlier for his age so far.
Β«Ah dang it...why doesn't I get the formula right?Β»
He was rubbing his hands after each mistakes and tried over and over again.