Three birds sang in a tree.Only one of them wanted to be free.That little red bird was me.I write books. I like books.I read books.I rate books....in my head.okay. okay.
Why is life so messed up??? Aaaaaaaaaaaaa...Ever since summer has started, I've felt sick, I'm busy babysitting, and I have a trip that'll leave me unavailable for 4 days...What am I to dooooooo...
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