So like, if you've seen some crazy flying birds that are unusually large, uh, that might be us. If you've heard or seen about us in the news, then you know that crazy scientists are after us, something like that, I wish Max wouldn't keep to herself that much. If she won't tell us, then she shouldn't LIE ABOUT IT.
On the other hand, you don't know us. I'm Nudge, and I, like, made this blog, so you guys can follow us, maybe help us, give us names of good malls and stuff. Why is Max so pushy about that stuff? Meanie. So, there are six of us, with creepy powers, but the main one is we can fly. Yeah, we grew wings while in dog crates. There's Angel, she can read and control people's minds. *shiver* Fang, who can't do anything. Yet. Max, who we just found out can fly at the speed of light. Iggy is blind. I can't do anything.
Right now, we're at some woman named Anne's house, and I'm on the computer doing this blog, so, uh yeah, we're in safety right now. Oh gosh, Max is telling me we gotta make some Thanksgiving dinner. Buy guys.
Nudge out
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