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The Stories of Misfits
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Ongoing, First published Jul 03, 2012
"To be honest, none of us really belong anywhere, but we're all outsiders and outsiders tend to band together like their own island of misfit toys."
-Violet Zykin, Flowers.

Marie thought her heart was okay. Derek thought that he was alone. Violet thought that being subordinate to her sister didn't bother her. Shamshad thought that he could survive his parents expectations. Rose was sick of being 'perfect'.

What happens when all their lives are changed?

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