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Young Writers Society


CrowJogic

Beefcake

Always the free spirit, going where the wind takes me. Crossing the road.

Cow crossing.


Occupation

In the business of bovine liberation


'Tis the season to shovel enormous amounts of watermelon into your mouth while hunched over the cutting board like a dehydrated vampire that hasn't fed on blood in four hundred years and the only viable substitute is this questionable Christmas-colored fruit.
— Ari11