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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)


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien