There was once an ordinary boy with extraordinary potential.
He was not exceptionally good at any one thing or another, though if Fate had taken his life by the reigns he could have been made to do great things.
He missed the hour of need one hundred and sixty eight times a week.
Adventure misdialed.
Chance didn't give him another, or any.
His days were mediocre and meted with obscurity, and when they ended, history forgot him.
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This reminds me of a short story I wrote with no dialogue.
I like it!
Dialogue is for the weak.
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