It was a sunny day in the woodlands where Alyssa lived. Picking up a stick, she quickly formulated a joke. "Hey, Jenn, whats brown and sticky?"
"Uhh... Dog crap?" her sister replied, carefully stepping around a large pile of it.
"No, idiot. A stick."
"Thats so stupid!"
"Well Bri told me it."
"Youre personality is too loud?"
"You mean radiant?!" Alyssa offered.
"Yeah, perfect. It shines out loud, like rays of sun. Sometimes your quiet. Sometimes your loud. Sometimes your fun and sometimes you arent. But it always shows, you can always tell."
Because thats me.
Alyssa.
Radiant.
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