June 6th
Birdie: why didn't you tell me?
Ren: I don't like people knowing.
Birdie: but I wanted to know. I would have visited you last time.
Ren: I wouldn’t want you here. I needed you out there – being my reason to get out.
Ren: Stay for a while?
Birdie: of course.
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little, little birdie
Teen FictionA story about a lonely girl and a boy that can't write poetry.
