'I had a professor once, who liked to tell his students that there were only ten different plots in all of fiction. I am here to tell you he was wrong. There is only one: who am I?'
That's not just fiction, they thought to themselves. That sounds a lot like life. Who am I?
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Hold On Hope
Fanfiction" 'Gwen,' Peter whispered. 'Gwen!' He wouldn't let the first tear fall out, because that might signify the end. The first tear would mean it was true, that Gwen really was lying among pieces of broken metal, with screams echoing above her. Screams s...
