It Makes Sense

It was just lying there, on the ground. It looked centuries old and tatered at the corners. Emily, my best friend (who I’d been walking with when I found it), walked over and picked it up. She opened it to a random page.

β€œWierd.” She muttered.

β€œWhat is it?” I asked.

β€œIt’s definitely not written in english.” She said.

β€œLet me see.” I take the book from her hands.

I begin to read it allowed but stop.

β€œIt makes sense.” I say slowly.

β€œWhat do you mean β€œit makes sense”? It’s in a different language and not even one that I recognise.” Emily asked confused.

β€œI mean I… I understand it.”

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