When I was younger I wanted to be an author. I was a big reader and I wasn’t satisfied with the stories I was reading; I wanted to write my own. I would write neatly into little books that I had made out of folded paper stapled together with the long-arm stapler my dad found at the tip and present them to grown ups. I had drawn little pictures on altern…
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