X was my favourite letter, anything that had the crossed lines on it, in my mind was marked for me. X marked the spot for me. I loved many things, as long as it had a X mark. It happened one day that I was wondering round the park I spotted a large X shaped coarse dirt patch, intrigued by the X, I wondered tentatively closer to the X. Looking at it I realized that I seemed to be the only one looking, thinking I was hallucinating, I rubbed my eyes. Opening them again gave me the feeling of us humans were not alone!
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