Across the road from Forever, in a house called Yesterday, lived a man called Tomorrow. Presently, Tomorrow wasn’t doing much except sitting around waiting for his wife Time to come home so they could sit down to a dinner of seconds. Tomorrow was poor and Time worked double shifts. Most often their neighbours, Hope and Charity shared their leftover food with the couple, sending it over to Yesterday.
Tomorrow hoped to get a job everyday, but Time wasn’t on his side when it came to being patient. For her every minute mattered. Not for Tomorrow though. He had Time.
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