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Scary spoons and nice stripes! and a basket..... |
My name is N’tumi, I named myself, my fosters told me I was brought in a basket. I may have sisters and brothers alike, but in all I’ll never find out. My favorite thing to do write stories, look at my only memory, that wooden spoon that was brought with me. Sooner or later I will grow up, ill never be like my biological parents. |