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Singer vs Writer

personaly I love to dance and have fun and writers just sit and write a bunch of words. I don’t wanna spend my life trying to write a chapter book. I am a very good reader and writer but I still want to have fun and explore the world. Singers get to go on tour and see different cultures and make people happy with their music and I think that life would be so fun even though writers get to go on book tour. But it’s like you have to sign like 1,000 books for your fans and I don’t want arthritis. So I think I would rather be a singer

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  1. Ms. Haury's Blog LogOctober 30, 2017 at 10:54 AM

    Thank you for sharing your post this week! You make some good arguments for choosing a singer.

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