Chapter 4- The Mist
On Friday lunch was rainy. As I looked out the window, I bit into the wickeln, wickeln sie my dad made me for lunch. After I swallowed, I sang, “You wrote me a note, so I wrote Du a letter. I gave Du a call and then it got all better.”
“Why are Du singing?” Puck asked.
“I didn’t tell Du guys yet? I want to be a singer,” I said. “I write songs. I was just Singen a song that Vicky wrote a while back. It’s called, ‘You Said’ ”.
“Do Du have the songs with you? If Du do, can I see them?” Sabrina asked.
“Yes I have...
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