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my name is willow. willow grace. don't ask about my last name, I don't have one. you see, when I was born, my mother hated me. more so, she was scared of me, scared of what I was... so she left me on the doorstep of the local police department, usually people leave unwanted kids at orphanages, but for some reason she didn't. so the police took care of me until I had to start school, then they shipped me off to an FBI private school in new York. time flew, and I actually grew to like it there! by the time I was in fourth grade, I was at the top of my class, even excelling past highschool grade level.

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