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I am Victoria Brooke Pickel

I wonder how many people actually know my full name 

I hear people say Victoria 

I see parents naming their kids Brooke.

I am also a Pickel.

 

I pretend it's pronounced pickle 

I feel embarrassed when correcting people

I touch pickles

I cry when I can not eat a pickle

I am a Pickel.

 

I understand not any people have the last name Pickel

I say I know the name is odd 

I dream about a life where no one cares for last names

I try not to think about it much

I hope poeple understand what I mean when I say 

I am a Pickel.

 

 

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