There once was a girl named Mania. Inherited, as expected, the name of his father, Tica. The girl knew that her name was a mistake, an ink erre ran to become the January letter. Mania lived in bookstores and libraries, while her mother was knitting scarves and hummingbirds to the richest of the people. In those places, she stole stories from books, read without pay, and learned to see the future and sing. The little school taught, travelers - writers, poets, teachers of life - showed him the wonders andthe wars of the world through letters and drawings. Over time, their muscles became aware of its own, a compulsive movement forced her to rewrite the stories. Fairy America populated and filled with orchids to the seas.
now old and tired, Hobby visit bookstores in the fall only. Open your books, browse, the smells, and then takes his pen and run the tub of letters to turn them into fairies and dragons. His sweet voice of a bird fills his head, leaving her deaf, never hear his nickname: the crazy books.
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