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>Having a brother is the best, he's like the best playmate ever, he'd save me from spankies, and tell mommy he's the one who ate candy and not me. I was scared he'll get punished because of me, but she still knew it was me and let it go. </p>

<p>He wasn't as small as me, but still fun to play with, he'd lift and carry me sometimes, I asked him to sleep in my bed, which happens to be a crib, but he said no. As did mommy and daddy, instead I sometimes sleep in his bed, he got a room with a big bed with railing, no crib for the big guy. Also, we both got a new playroom, it's a room on the first floor, it's filled with all kinds of toys for me and my older brother. </p>

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