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Alyssa always felt like a loser. Even though her dad was the hot-shot god Apollo (and literally a hot shot being the sun god), she never felt special. Everything about just felt... Bleh. Everything about her was just normal. Sure, she had the normal demigod ADHD and dyslexia, but nothing else was special. Normal green eyes and blond hair. Normal... Everything. But what would happen if she took a supercomputer from Japan? haha prepare for trash and make it double
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