Dear Blackbird ◆COMPLETED◆

Dear Blackbird ◆COMPLETED◆

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To her, his name is Blackbird. She writes letters to him, without telling who she is. She writes letters to him because she's in love with Blackbird. To him, her name is Mockingjay. He receives letters from her, only thinking that they were love letters. He read the letters from her because he is interested in Mockingjay. WARNING: I WROTE THIS STORY ABOUT 2 YEARS AGO... THIS IS A SHORT STORY & IT'S CUTE BUT AT THE SAME TIME A LITTLE BIT WEIRD BECAUSE OF MY LACK OF EFFORT LOL
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