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MeThis is who I really am. I write like I am a serial killer I dance when NO ONE is looking I scream your name at the top of my lungs I play the violin like it is going out of style. I leave my messenger on ALL THE TIME I still play neopets. I brush my hair all the time too look good for someone who can't see me I count in German I speak in SpanishMe
I cry in French. I yell in Latin I muse in Mongolian I scratch in Albanian I bite in Russian I slice in Bulgarian I Dance in Latin I smile in Yorkshire I smirk in slang I whisper in welsh &nbs


Short Chapter one....It had never once rained that hard before, not in the memory of one Warren Albert Brooks, it had always rained a soft peaceful rain, like the sky was excited about something. However, today the sky was angry. Angry about something. Warren watched pen in hand, slouched over his desk, staring out the rain streaked window as his mother, clutching an inside out umbrella, tried desperately to save her petunias. She scurried about like a madwoman yelling, " Waverly, Warren, Randal, please! My garden!" Waverly his older sister stood perfectly still in the midst of her mother's chaos. She stared amused at her mother's agony and turned to go back intoShort Chapter one....
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