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Rollin sat on the ground with his back against a tree, bare feet digging into the cool earth beneath. He wore black bondage pants and a dark gray t-shirt with "I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell" written on it in black sharpie. The boy's hair was dark brown and shaggy, hanging into his eyes and covering his eyebrows, which was all the better, considering a stud was peirced into the left one.
He sat with his knees drawn up to his chest and an elbow resting on his knee. On his outstreched finger perched a sparrow, twittering happily at him. Grinning, he shook his head and laughed. "He said -what-? Then what did you do?" Rollin asked the bird. The sparrow, who aparently understood him, went on chirping at him.
He sat with his knees drawn up to his chest and an elbow resting on his knee. On his outstreched finger perched a sparrow, twittering happily at him. Grinning, he shook his head and laughed. "He said -what-? Then what did you do?" Rollin asked the bird. The sparrow, who aparently understood him, went on chirping at him.