Spaghetti GutsI couldn't help staring at the bird was laying on the tarmac. It's head was still perfect. It's body was squished, organs spilling onto the road like spaghetti. This was now tomato sauce on my fingers. There were tears on my cheeks. The little birdie, it hadn't deserved this.Spaghetti Guts
"Look at what Stella found!" The boys were screaming from across the road. They looked both ways before running over. My knees throbbed from squatting down for so long, but I didn't want to leave the poor bird. I wanted to bury him in my backyard. I wanted to make a little gravestone and say a little prayer. I didn't know how to pray, but I had seen it on te
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whats up homie..
I hope you love it here!
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