May 27th
Birdie: I have something to ask.
Ren: yeah? What?
Birdie: it's kind of personal.
Ren: okay. Shoot.
Birdie: is your Mom okay? Is she sick or anything.
Ren: um, nope. Why do you ask?
Birdie: no reason.
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little, little birdie
Teen FictionA story about a lonely girl and a boy that can't write poetry.
