own thought.
“
Auntie, your shoelaces are untied!” yelled my niece, pointing at my shoes gleefully. I padded her head and
knelt down to tie my shoelaces. I noticed a crack on the wall and caught sight of a worn out piece of paper. It
must have been in the crack for quite some time. I pulled it out.
“
Ting,
Don’t worry. I have a plan.
Love”
My head was suddenly searing with pain and dizziness. The Great Wall was suddenly spinning.
Memories—the dark eyes, the horrible clones, working at the Wall—all these floated back to my mind.
The world must know. I rushed home and grabbed my pen. I began, "My eyes opened into a narrow slit……"
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