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Imagine living in a world that is seemingly Perfect. There is only Perfect people, Perfect houses, Perfect families. It's not because everyone is born Perfect. It's because being flawed is a disease. But don't worry, the Regulates take care of that. When we turn 18 we can become flawed, the Regulates test us. The test confirms whether we are Perfect or flawed. If you're flawed you're taken away. No Perfect knows for sure what happens to them. There are theories, rumors and ideas that have been spoken. No one talks about it for long.
You could never imagine my surprise when I find out that my best friend of 9 years is a flaw. I'm a Perfect and my best friend is a flaw. How could this happen? He was Perfect to me.
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"Come with me." I say, turning back to him with tears in my eyes and my hands clasped over my chest. He looks at me uncertain and with a loss of words. He takes a step forward and grabs my hands.
"Only for you, Evangeline." He says solemnly, kissing the back of my hand. It was almost as if he already knew what was going to happen. He knew that my world, my Perfect world would come crashing down the second I placed my plan into action.
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So tell me, what is the Definition of Perfection?
I wish it was that easy. You'll have to find out yourself.
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