By: Dakota Taufeeq
I found the tiniest little egg. Hidden from the eyes of most, wedged in between the cracks of my patio. My egg, my baby—well not yet. You see, I had to clarify that this egg was truly mine. I might be impulsive, but I am most certainly not a kidnapper. I searched high and low for a nest, but I could not find one nearby no matter how long I looked. I was starting to grow concerned.
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