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Experiment 009
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Ongoing, First published Jun 26, 2021
My name is Charlie, just an average street kid in a starving poor country with no family or friends, until that day I heard a gun click followed by a pain in my neck then my head hitting the cold hard ground, the last thing I remember are these people in black gear talking in a foreign language and darkness taking over me.

They say that life is full of hardships and obstacles but I didn't think it'd be like this.

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This is a role play story where the main character is a girl but it won't matter if you change it to whatever you like, just have fun, don't be rude and stuff like that, I don't mind ideas or suggestions, this book's idea is already done but adding a few things won't hurt, I usually write these kind of stuff, so don't feel shy to stick around.

Have fun and thanks for reading.
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