Paper Heart - FrUK"Okay, class, cut out the shape that is on your piece of paper," the teacher announced. "This is for Mother's Day, so make it look pretty!"Arthur Kirkland, the grumpy kid from England, raised his hand. "Teacher, I don't have a mom!" he complained. "Do I still have to do this?"The teacher nodded. "You could give it to a special girl, or-"Arthur interrupted her. "Girls have cooties! I don't want to be a gentleman like my dad," he said. "Because that means that I'll have a kid that doesn't have a mum."His teacher sighed. "Just... make it for somebody special, okay? Your best friend, or something."Despite being in first grade, Arthur lo
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Not My PrincessI thought you were her.She's in another castle.You're not my princess.
71. The True YouI saw a girl today.She didn't look too happy,so I told her "Hello," and smiled widely at her.She nodded, her expressionless eyes staring at me.Her emotion didn't change,but that is because you cannot change what is not there.I asked the poker-faced girl who she is.She shook her head.I asked her if she knew how to talk.She nodded.I asked her if she wanted to talk.She shook her head again.I held out my hand.She mimicked me.I gently grabbed the girl's hand.It was cold and almost lifeless, just like her eyes.I asked the girl her name.She had the same name as me.We walked through the park, me asking questions an