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Cheesehorsie

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Artist // Hobbyist // Photography
  • Sep 18
  • Canada
  • Deviant for 11 years
  • She / Her
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Transformers
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Hawaii Five-O
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Imagine Dragons
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Watership Down
Favourite Writers
C.S. Lewis
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League of Legends
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"Make sure to check both ways before crossing the road, Hope." The elderly female cashier told the youthful girl who cradled a box of beer in one arm while several bags of groceries hung from the other. "I always do, Ms. Potters. Thank you for all your help today. Say hello to Mr. Potters for me, would you?" "Of course, darling. Anything for my little granddaughter!" Hope smiled happily before exiting the store, stepping onto the crowded sidewalk. She didn't see Mr. Lennox or his massive black pickup truck around so it looked like she was going to be walking home... in scorching hot sun. Just perfect. Well, there was no use in whining about i
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"Hope, go out and buy me a crate of beer, bitch! All because you're sick, doesn't mean you can lie around in your bed all day!" Jack Summers screamed as he lounged about on the sofa in a dirty, crowded living room. The battered TV droned on endlessly in front of him, the show barely visible through the thick layers of dust. Empty bottles of beer lay scattered across the dirt tracked hardwood floor, several broken shards glinting dangerously in the dim light. Hope quivered in fear, curled up in the corner of her attic room. The cold, hard wooden floor was cold to her bare feet but anywhere was better than being near that... that monster. Her r
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Hope Summers was, and always had been, an average, ordinary teenage girl that lived on the outskirts of Tranquility, Nevada. She had the type of face you'd forgot immediately after seeing it. Long, plain brown hair with almond shaped hazel eyes set in a smooth, young face. Her father was a chronic alcoholic and abusive as well. Her mother loved Hope dearly but was too afraid of her own husband to take her daughter and run, not that they would have had anywhere to go. You see, Hope's mother's family never approved of Hope's father. When the two got married, the family severed all ties with their daughter. Anyway, back to Hope. She was Tranquil
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minecraft is being a bish to me, same with my internet i cant connect for more then 5 mins