Let It Be

Let It Be

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There are 5 factions. They all started it to keep the peace of everybody after the war. This is the only place that recovered. Most of you know it as San Diego but as I know it as my life. Yes you may know that there are only a few wolfs and a few places where you are not watched. We have the Dominators who are the people who watch the gate, keep the peace between fraction less and the fractions. The Bracts who know everything. You can not out smart them. The Leest. They tell the truth even if not wanted. Courts, laws, ect. The Caretakers. They only care about others, they only have a limited amount of time to look at their reflection. Then we finally have my fraction, the Hapsons. We are always happy, we grow the food. The only thing is I am not happy, my wolf is howling to get out and run. But we cannot forget about the fraction less. Who have no where to belong. I am Tiffany and I am different and that is a awful thing to be. -------------------------- Follow Tiffany on her brave roller coaster ride. All rights reserved.
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