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The Zella Margo Thompson Letters
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Ongoing, First published Aug 02, 2019
Dear World, 
       My name is Zella... Zella Margo Thompson and I am thirteen years old. But anyways here's a word. A word I'd say is a word that has a effect in my life the word... that word is home. Home is something I have none of but many of, why? because I'm a runaway. Every place in this world is my temporary home but yet I have no real permanent home.
                                  Sincerely, 
                     Zella Margo Thompson
                                  Letter # 2
started August 1st 2019
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