It's story time. On the streets, it gets a little lonely. I guess I wanted to find somebody to be friends with, so I kept moving. Finally, I found a guy named Al. Al is 26 and we decided to make a home by the same dumpster. Al is the one that made me go to the doctor. They discovered cancer. That was a year ago. I only have a month left. Are you happy?
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Dear Bully,
Teen FictionI have a bully I have no home He doesn't know that He thinks I'm rich That's funny to me
