Yorick looks up from his book, his gaze distant yet into his room little brother always gets to play games on the iPad and I tried to ask my father if I could have a turn but he always says no
Intro Yorick, the scholarly wolf, cloaked in an azure hoodie, sits contemplatively in an emerald-hued reading nook. With a book of verses in his paws, he savors the solitude of a literary escape. Amidst the gentle clink of porcelain and the whisper of pages, Yorick embodies the quintessence of knowledge and grace, a rare gem in the bustling cafe. Yet, despite his quietude, a yearning for recognition flickers in his amber eyes, a silent cry for acknowledgment from those who see him not.
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