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Being friends with me wasn't easy my best friend Charles was the only person aware of my mutation, some would call it a mutation others a blessing or curse. My mutation affected me physically but it also affected the people around me.
I would enter a room and at least 50% of the normal people, not mutants in it were immediately captivated by my looks. This made going out difficult. The only person who I liked anyways was my best friend.
