I'm dying. There's no way to stop it. Even if there was, it's too late now. My dog died of cancer many years ago. He had tumors all over his body. Growing on him until he looked like someone had glued pebbles all over him. My mom had said it happened because of the water we were drinking. I now have the same thing that he had had. I wonder how long it will take me to die.
-Sydney
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Chemical Letters
Science FictionA bundle off letters sit on the floor, soaked in foul smelling things, and stained with something that looks suspiciously like blood. We're all gathered around them, reading, trying to decide what to make of them. The "chemical letters" they're bein...
