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Bubbles didn’t know where he came from.

One moment he wasn’t there and the next,
there he was.

He seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“I must be very important,” he said.

He was a thought bubble,
drifting around and looking for someone to notice him.

He floated along until he came to a group of people.

“I shall introduce myself.”

Before long, a woman grabbed hold of him.

She started telling herself a story.
“I let my boss down,” she thought.
“He must be disappointed in me.”

Her story caused Bubbles to grow.

New worries formed.
Old memories came flooding in.

Soon, the thought and the story were all tangled up.

“Well, that got out of hand fast,” Bubbles said.

The woman took a breath.

“Wait,” she said. “That’s just a thought.”

She didn’t need to turn it into a story.

And she chose not to follow the thought.

She loosened her grip.
The story started to unravel.

Bubbles shrank.

“Well,” he said as he brushed himself off, “that was intense.”

And with no one left holding him in place,
he floated off,
looking for another adventure.