People don’t believe in my stories. They don’t really think they’ve happened. When there is one space on the bus (and that’s next to me) they usually say “I’ll take the next bus.” And look away from me, gingerly.
But you are always listening. You have always liked my stories and believed in them. So this tale starts off with a yellow skyscraper. It was the day when someone discovered that you can fall off of a skyscraper without hurting yourself. So I did. However, there was a lot of commotion and someone had already called 999. It was remarkable.
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