Imagine a town. Just a town. Like any other town. Except for one tiny detail. Everything was perfect. Or at least what society called perfect. What's your definition of perfect? Because the only thing I've seen that was close to perfect were dolls, porcelain dolls.. not people, not places,... Dolls. Now imagine this town was not so perfect to the people living in it. Well here's a story for you. For those with a good imagination. Here's my story. My name is Ellis for the purpose of my privacy I will be keeping my last name a secret. I was young when it happened maybe 9 or 10 but I remember it like it was yesterday. It was all over the news. Places being bombed and shootings in public places all around the world. It was unbearable to be watching. knowing it could have happened to to us any day. One week we got wind that they would be coming by door to door giving people tests ,checking on their style of living. They told us to be prepared but no one could be prepared for that. They were looking for people who were..... I guess...... Perfect. My parents were pretty much, in my mind at least, perfect. But we cleaned the house, studied, and got ready. When they got there it's all a blur in my head. But I remember afterwards we got in a van with pictures of suburb looking neighborhoods on it and on the top, of course, it said perfect in big letters. Now that I look back I shouldn't have been so stupid. Here I am now in the neighborhood....
an////, if you want more of this story and I will bring it to you. I might bring it to you anyways because I have a bunch of time on my hands hope you enjoyed ;-)
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