Bias wrote You a book

Fingers tapping rapidly across the keyboard, He was sleep deprived but coffee and smokes kept his eyes open. There was silene outside of his motel room. When the birds began to sing and on the horizon a star began to breathe life into sight. The words he typed were dificult becouse they we true and about his first day in foster care.

Hey told his readers through text on paper that he had his and brothers heads shaved becouse the foster home had their beliefs. Hiis little brother got sent to his dads after being in the same home ended Bias cried later while sitting in a tub with a good bottle.

On his eiighteen birthday he collected a small fund by the agencies that profited him his whole childhood.

\Now finishing his bottle he tried to proof read his work but the medication he took disabled his reading abilities strange as that may seem,

The birds began to sing and bias was not moving until a loud knock on the door began. Stumbling over his mess Bias openned the door and there was friend with a carton of smokes and a bottle of appleton whiskey. "Thanks for Your help last night." "Srayed home last night drinking and writing letters to no one." "Okay whatever You say, want to drink?" "I will take a smoke or too."

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