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Some day its fake and it does not exist. Thinking if you do or do not have luck or that if you believe in luck you are a baby, that's what everyone tells me. My name is Lillian Mondragon, I am 13 years old and in Middle School in my eighth grade year. My school does not have high tolerance levels. I got to Flamingo Highly Gifted Middle School for only gifted and smart students. I have two best friends Samantha Pillows and Seraphina Rodriguez. We are all the best of friends, but all three of us are different compared to the rest of the students. Like we are on a higher level that they do not understand. For example it only takes us to finish all of our homework from all different periods about a hour or less while it takes the other students about 4 hours. Well lets see where this takes us.
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