A billion-dollar clone, bought and raised as an extremely dangerous weapon, strikes out against those who manufacture and harvest clones for spare parts. ***** Duplicates are used for one thing: spare parts. Kept in Emulation Facilities, brain-dead...
I watched my feet as I kicked them around. My thighs pressed against the cool marble counter top. "It's 11:11 Miranda. Make a wish!" I smiled at her, hoping to cheer her up. "I... I wish... I wish we could go home." She whipped away a few fresh tears. They spilled from her perfect green eyes and slid down her cheek. I...
"I loved him so much Annabelle!" "loved?" "yeah, loved" "why loved? why not love?" "well last night I realised, that he wasn't my boyfriend, he was my bully"
