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Busking with boxes

Busking with boxes

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Well here I am. My new life in the city. This sounds like the start to a cheesy musical. The only singing will be me when I'm busking. Anyway, my name is Zara Marshell. I'm 20 years old. For the past years of my life, I've lived with my parents in the country. I've moved out into Manchester to make a name for myself. It's kinda hard when all you have is 2 suitcases, a guitar, a rucksack and a bit of money to get food. I'm going to try.
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