Christian
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"If someone told me that I'd be standing here today with a schizophrenic, an ice skater that took home a gold medal, and a breast cancer survivor that's cheated death...I wouldn't have believed them for a second."
"Yet here I am, with my head held high in the air, and my hands no longer at my side in fear. I'm here to leave a legacy, one my dear classmates agreed I deserved after eighteen years of torture and loathe."
"I'm not just Christian. I'm not just the gay boy."
"I am Mars."
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Mars. Ami. Micah. Blair.
Four friends. Four years. Four trips through a personalized underworld.
One legacy.
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