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RAMON E. BAYRON Creates iFLY ©

iFLY © 

Originally Created 

by

Ramon E. Bayron



"This is a story of one barely still a boy yet, honestly, who is no longer one, a boy but a man. 

He who could fly." 

- Ramon E. Bayron



TOM and TOMMY are INSEPARABLE. Tommy idolizes his older brother Tom, follows the latter everywhere and mimics everything that his 'Big Bro' does.

Until one day, Tom develops WINGS that give him the ability to FLY.

He is my brother. My protector. My best friend. And he can FLY!



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