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Every 20 years, a group of 20 people are chosen. Only these 20 people aren't ordinary. They're called "supers" because of the super human traits they possess that allow them to protect their community. But every good super has an arch-enemy. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ Anna Williams has always had a thick outer shell- literally. Her skin cannot be pierced by anything; she cannot feel pain. She's always felt it was normal for her, unable to feel pain or much else on her skin, for that matter, but when she's recruited into the Super program, she feels even better. Until she meets Tucker.
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