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"Pagan Daniels knew she was different when-" When she what? Started seeing "dead people" at fifteen? When her mom used her "disabilities" to climb the social ladder? Or when, maybe, demons started clawing at her door for a presidential campaign? Yeah, I know I'm different. It doesn't take an atheist to see that. After all, there's an entire town of religious nut-bags that either want me cured or want me dead. But hey, why not both? There's already a Demons errand boy after my apparent groundbreaking vote in their shtick. In fact, it isn't just this Amon guy that's up my ass - it's the billboards that no one else can see, with their demonic pearly whites blaring. Let's make this clear - I'm still trying to make an A in American government, why do I have to get accustomed to theirs?! I can barely even vote now, and - I just want to not be different. I want to not be the it girl, the protagonist. But it looks like Hell - and Heaven - have other plans. One of these days, I'll do things my way. Jun. 9, 2019 *Editing along the way! So sorry for any of the mistakes! We're trying to catch them before but some slip through the cracks! Thank you for your suggestions and continuous support! <3

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