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Thu Jul 06, 2023 5:19 pm
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Memo says...



Hai! I am Memo! ^-^

Writing is one of my biggest hobbies! I am 16 now, but I started writing when I was 12. That was def lots of time for improvement, but I still have sooo much to learn. Thats why I am here now! I think its rlly neat to have a community like this.

I also love music theory, theater, and growing my vinyl collection! I play the bassoon and clarinet too, which is rlly rlly rlly fun :3
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Mon Jul 10, 2023 1:20 pm
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IcyFlame says...



Hi @Memo! Welcome to YWS :)

What kinds of things do you like to write?
  





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Tue Jul 11, 2023 12:56 am
Lovestrike says...



Welcome to the site, Memo! Bassoon is a super neat instrument and I've never met anyone who plays it! I hope to see you around! =D
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Mon Oct 09, 2023 5:07 pm
ElizabethBlackfire says...



Hi, Memo!! It's nice to meet you! I also started writing (though not well) at 12. I love theater too! I have a story called Thank you, 5 that I think you'll like. It's about a bunch of over-excited theater kids at a boarding school for the arts ! If you wanna chat, I'd love to!
  








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