He kept a secret book. Wherever he went, the book was his constant companion. Nobody knew what he wrote…what he read. It was his secret to the world. Until one day, it was disclosed. There was nothing in the white pages except lines drew in blue. At first, he was astonished and scared that world would know his story. Later, he laughed as nobody could read between the lines.


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