The Writer's Tale
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Last published Fri, Oct 11, 2019
The Writer's Tale
She is a girl with a magical and unique thoughts in her mind. Sometimes her headaches. Her beautiful goal in her life is to be a writer. But her parents doesn't want her to be writer, her parents wants her to be an accountant and she hates math and numbers. She more likes to write and play with keyboard or play with a pen and paper and write all thoughts that has come in her mind. She has a messy mind but no one can stop her from writing stories that her creative mind has made. So now, she'll be writing a story with a lots of stories to tale and of course, she'll be telling you her about her reports in her life, but not all.
Hope you'll read this! This will be written in an english language but with a little bit of tagalog words. Thank you so much for reading! Mwah! Lovelots!
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