TEST ME

TEST ME

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Lisa is a Test Subject: born inside a prison, where she was claimed by her country and used as human experimentation. She's been stuck between her white walls for as long as she can remember, but when everything changes and she gets a chance to leave, she faces other Subjects. How will she cope with this new reality she's only ever dreamed of? **This is not completed :)** **I know the front cover isn't great, I'm bad at all things computer** ~PLEASE comment advice, anything is helpful.
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