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Young Writers Society


Pickle810

About Pickle810

I'm thirteen, I live in the middle of nowhere, and I've got three dogs, not to mention about a thousand cannibalistic snails. I feed them cabbage.


Interests

Music, reading, community service, and disturbing the universe

Occupation

not failing math (I'm about to get fired)


“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -
— Emily Dickinson