I, obviously dont own any of the characters, i mean, how could I?
Im 14, and havent even got a job.
Get real.
As people requested, I hurried up on this one.
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Gary stared for what seemed like hours, trying to figure out how it had happened.His parents werent
even born in 1946, let alone him. How could Snow know?
He took a deep breath, and ripped openede the envelope, as if he were opening the best present
on Christmas morning. He reached his hand inside the crisp, brown envelope. His fingers touched
the cool, familiar smoothness of photographs, while under them, he could feel the rough texture of
coarse paper. Almost like newspaper. He withdrew his hand quickly before pondering whether or not to look.
If he looked, he may not be able to understand, and, it also seemed as if he was intruding on Snow's terrotary.
As he worried over what to do, he was suddenly knocked off his feet, as the cat jumped right onto his chest.
The enveope opened, and its contents were strewn across the wooden floorboard, damp with rot.
As Gary surveyed the ground, one photo in particular caught his attention. It must have been takenaround the 40's.
It showed lucious reading a paper, with part of the headline showing, 'WAR'
Gary glanced at where the cat was sitting.He was mowing quite profusely at this point, as he usually did if he
wanted to tell Gary something. Gary glanced again, but this time, directly at the newspaper, which had dropped
out of the envelope.
As the cat was sitting on most of the paper, Gary could only see one corner. He read 'WAR'.
Shooing off the cat, he realised the full title read:
'WAR ENDS IN EUROPE,
STILL RAGING IN PACIFIC'
The date, 8th May, 1945, puzzled him. Why would Snow include such a paper in a pakage to him?
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Gary decided that the answer might lie in the other papers.
He gathered the scattered papers, and sat down at the desk, starting to read them.
In them was a letter, addressed to Gary: