I Am Annika
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  • Reads 4,986
  • Votes 250
  • Parts 13
  • Time 51m
Ongoing, First published Feb 20, 2014
I am their weapon. Their symbol of power. They hide behind me, their fearless soldier. Their perfect experiment. To some, I am dirt. To others, I am gold. But I don't want to be perfect anymore. I want to fight for what's right, not for what I have to. They cannot deny me, because I Am Annika.
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