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It was Monday morning at school. The worst of all days and that's a fact because Marilyn Manson knew it all too well. The others would tease him and he would only stare and hold his books closely to his chest wishing them dead. Marilyn hated everyone within the school all of them except for one. Marshall. Marshall was Marilyn's crush and he admired him for so long, he loved his smile, his jokes, his voice, and his personality. Marilyn dreamed about him everyday yet who could love a scene kid like me? He often thought.
Perhaps, Marilyn could become friends with Marshall. Oh maybe, just maybe.

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