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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2014 22:55:05 GMT
Henry had a lot of things on his mind, and he wasn't sure what to think, or believe. Henry was like a child, not knowing his name. He was very lost, and didn't know what to think, or believe. Walking out his room, Henry made way silently down the corridors upstairs, after his mom had called him down for dinner. Taking the stairs quickly, Henry sat down at the table.
Things where quiet, and nobody spoke until Henry broke the silence. "What's my middle name?" Henry asked, as he looked up to his mother, and he set his fork down, before picking it up and taking a bite of his food quickly, as not to sound stupid. He knew it was an odd question, but Henry didn't know his middle name. For all he knew, he didn't have one. He was never told he had one, and he was curious if he did or didn't.
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