Numbers
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Bridgette has spent her whole life in the dark. Everyone else is happy with their oblivious, Numbered lives. Not her. Bridgette Collins has spent sixteen years of her life wondering about her past lives. She has memorized her Number forward and back. 4687920. Numbers. Numbers. What do they mean? All souls are Numbered for reincarnation. Bridgette wants to investigate her past lives so she no longer has to choose, so she can feel secure. No one else wants to live like her, no one cares like her. It matters to Bridgette. She wants to know who she was and who she could possibly be. But life is funny like that, changing directions every step you take. In this alternate society, Bridgette must have a strong enough will to free herself from the monster. The Numbers. Copyright ©2014
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