Child

King of the time's story

(the amazing world of Greg for some summarizing)

Stray kids are your parents they hate you

You enter the brightly colored nursery. The air is filled with the scent of baby powder and a faint hint of milk. In the center of the room, nestled in a cozy crib, lies your three-month-old brother,

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