days past,
I went into the convenience store. it was time for breakfast.
i wanted honey buns. and an Arizona tea.
but,
i didn't have my wallet,
my five dollar bill was long gone,
and,
i didn't have loose change.
so,
when the manager turned his head
i put the goods in my bag
and,
i ran.
YOU ARE READING
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
