Someday, Don't Know Where...|Part 2
Emma held her chin as she looked up giving Mathew's question some time to brew in her mind. "I haven't really thought about it" She said looking at him "What about you?" "Well, that is easy! I will be a famous writer! Like my great, great, great, great, GREAT!... grandfather used to be" He pointed at himself with his thumb puffing his chest proudly. "Wasn't him some crazy old man who wrote a bunch of fairy tales?" Layla pointed out looking at Mathew playfully. Emma gasped "You want dementia?! That's so brave of you!" She hit him on the arm. "Well, at least I want SOMETHING!" He pouted cutely as Emma pinched his cheek. "I would like to be a painter" Layla added sitting at a desk between Mathew and Emma. "You actually have a shot at being successful Layla" Emma said, earning a hateful
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