scribble
Scribble is when we give wings to our imagination, when we put the tip of the pencil on the paper and it comes to life; it is scribbling and visualizing an idea, giving shape and manners to it; it is what is behind a great work, because it is its beginning. Scribble is what he does before graffiti on her, the preppy girl who stole his heart. Scribble is the beginning and name of this story.
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