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what came first us or them?
That's the question certain individuals keep asking themselves.
If you really want to know what this rag tag mischief books about then read it.

EXCERPT......

Well that's the thing you are all beautiful and yes let them call you freaks who cares it cant hurt if its true. I'm a freak she said, they all stood quite as she looked around at them I'm a freak she repeated once again and I revel in the knowledge that I'm special.
For me freak is not an insult its not a dirty word its exactly what I am! its exact definition is what I am, peculiar, weird, abnormal, strange, unusual, exotic, unworldly, extraordinary, exceptional, special, rare, vibrant, unique. These are all words I'm proud of! fuck all the people who say there "normal". Normal to me is boring, lagging, customary, common, typical, there blah.
Normalcy for one is not normalcy for another its "freak". Normal IS weird, uncommon, strange and that's what I find so beautiful. truly nothing in this world is normal its freak. someone is always someone else's weirdo! So who cares I'm a freak and I see nothing wrong with that. So insult me all you want. I don't get bothered or sad, cause true sadness is the worlds and how judgmental it is, actually ex that its not the world its humanity and all there ideals, of morals, of normality, normalcy and acceptability.
She watched somberly as her words reached something deeper with in them. While her sentinels and consorts smiled as the words penetrated and sank in.