Baking Unicorns (song I made up)

Baking Unicorns (song I made up)

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So, I have a friend who started saying he's a bacon unicorn. I told my dad and he thought I said BAKING unicorns, not BACON. And then this was born! :D
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"Mom!" I yell unattractively and begin to go to the living room that is by the stairs. I walk into there with my body slumped and notice something. We have company and I had five pairs of eyes on me. I straighten up and look at the bodies of whom the eyes belong to. One being my mom, her brown straight hair in a ponytail, nicely dressed, and wide eyed. Another is my brother, seven years old, blond tousled hair, he is also wearing something nice. Then I find three pairs of new eyes. One a women who has blonde curly hair, a female child also with the same hair, and then a highly attractive male who looks about my age. Seventeen. Malia is just like any other girl, goes to school, has friends, and makes new friends. This "highly attractive" male is her new neighbor. What happens when they begin talking? What happens when they become close? What happens when one of them get seriously hurt? "We are neighbors. We were meant to be neighbors."

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