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Nineteen
*Flappy's POV*
We were all getting a fashion makeover. According to Mr. Baldy (whose name is unknown), my friends and I's fashion sense is "grossly horrible".
I didn't even know grossly was a word. We learn new things every day.
"Do you like feathers?"
I looked up at Mr. Baldy's fashion designer and gave him an incredulous look.
"I'm a bird, you flapping idiot."
Over the past few hours I've become quite aggressive and mean. I didn't know why but I just shrugged it off. It was one of those days.
"No need to be rude, chick," the fashion designer sneered. I'll call him and his quiff Sneery.
"I'm a boy," I announced, quirking a brow.
Sneery laughed. "Whatever."
I just wanted this adventure to end already.
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[a/n] so a fashion designer with a quiff who sneers a lot? hmm okay
its 2:45am right now so in a few seconds when I publish this I'm gonna go to dreamland and sleep
love you stay safe!
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