Talented Huh?
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"Honestly... I don't know what I want to do with my life... There's so many things that I just can't choose from" I said to my best friend McKenna. I looked over at my boyfriend who wasn't really paying me any mind. Funny.
"Why don't you just write down ur choices on pieces of paper and pick from your hat?" Mckenna explained.
It wasn't a bad idea to me honestly so I did as I was told. After putting all of my choices in a hat, I closed my eyes and picked up a piece of paper and set the hat down.
"Well... What does it say?!" McKenna said excitedly. I looked across the room.. Why is that hoe looking at my JoJo that way?! But I quickly snapped out of it and unfolded the little piece of paper...
"An actress huh?"
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