At the end of a lovely treed street, in a small house with a striped awning, lived a tiny girl. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful or talented, and there was no one on this earth particularly grateful for her existence.
kinda nerdy, happily wordy, and bookishly dorkalicious
At the end of a lovely treed street, in a small house with a striped awning, lived a tiny girl. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful or talented, and there was no one on this earth particularly grateful for her existence.