"K-8." "What does that mean?" "You're K-8." "Me?" "Yes. Now sit down." K-8. That was her name. At least, that is what they always have told her. She never doubted it. Until K-9 came. Her new roommate. "I'm K-8, of course!" "Bullshit, that's what they have been telling you. I'm Amanda." "K-8, but you already knew that." "We're leaving."All Rights Reserved
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