Literature
French girl out of France (TG story)
The attic was dimly lit, dust layering on the various boxes and other random junk that got stuck up there "for safekeeping" only to never see the light of day again. Because of that, Jack, bored of his mind, decided to pass the time by digging through the attic, hoping he'd find something interesting. "Let's see whats up there." He reached for the top shelves easily with his nearly 175 centimeters. The only thing he liked about being so tall was how others reacted to his height, and being able to reach stuff easily. Other than that, it wasn't super special as some people might have thought. "Hmmm, what's this?" Taking down a small box from the shelf, Jack curiously examined it. It was covered in quite a bit of dust, some of it even flying of and landing on Jack's red t-shirt and basketball shorts as he took it down. The box didn't seem so old, but it had a bit of wear on it, most probably due to it's extended stay in the attic. Something was rattling inside as Jack examined it in
