#8 Writing Prompt

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     Bailey kicked at a rock with the toe of his tennis shoe. Why didn’t these kids like him? Why did he have to change schools and make new friends, anyway? So far, the only friend he’d made was a robin who landed outside his bedroom window every morning and chirped at him, as if to say, “I’m-your-friend. I’m-your-friend. I’m-your-friend.” But that was just plain ridiculous.

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