Shoot For The Stars
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Felice Karldottir didn't do much. She didn't have a life outside of small towns that didn't exist to most people. She was just a diverse girl with a diverse family in a diverse world, living in trips back to Iceland and painful english grammar homework papers.
She didn't ask to be brought into the Organisation. She didn't ask to be subject to a group of stupid people with no lives, trying to turn the world around them into their fantasy life in a video game just because people won't adopt them.
And, most importantly, she didn't ask to see so many dead bodies that she knew the names of.
All in a days work of an Englishwoman, right?
Right?
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