Some people have a good life, some people have a great childhood, well some people have a roof on top of their head. But not me, I lived in my car, worked in the local library, I was no one, add to that being a little doesn’t really help my case. It was all going to hell, until I met them, I’ve met her first, then her husband and they wanted me, homeless, bookworm and all. 
This our story, our adventures, and our love. 
Contains ddlg and mdlg, you’ve been warned. 
Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

Bookworm Little

<p>My wife, she's the best person on planet earth, she found us a little. I was never this attracted to any little until I saw this one, her blond hair, blushed cheeks, even when she stuttered. After the party last night, saying goodbye to Ella, I asked her out for lunch this time, it was my turn to ask her out, she said yes. </p>

<p>We went to our home with a big wide smile plastered on my face, this was the best birthday ever, how did she even managed to find a little that likes reading and books. She even work in the book shop, see my love for stories did pay out, we found her, we still didn’t know how to ask her about being a little, or being our little to be exact. But we did agree on taking things slow with her, on letting her get used to us on her own terms and conditions. </p>

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