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Plzen, Plzensky Kraj, Czech Republic
He liked firetrucks, pancakes, and drawing. He couldn’t write well, but he told stories with pictures — bold heroes, burning buildings, kids who never gave up. He once drew a boy in a firefighter’s coat, titled The One Who Didn’t Quit. It won a prize at the school fair.
A real firefighter saw it and invited Smokes to the station. That day, he walked in like he belonged, grinning ear to ear. June stripped next door, tears in her eyes, couse nobody wanted her.