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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


When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.
— Dean Jackson