there was one fairytale about the little boy,
who always made up exciting stuff about everything.
and people trusted him and failed and trusted him and failed.
but when the day came he troubled and called the truth -
they didnt believe him this time and something unnice occured.
bro says, i am scaring him with non existing unicorns every month.
and it never happens in the very end.
well, i am just all in about the theory about the worst possible case.
Olivers school, respectively.
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