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Last published Fri, Sep 17, 2021
Wyan hasn't exactly led a charmed life, but at least his biggest problems are his abusive mother and figuring out how to get the money to update his ID tag. In post Second Cold War America, your ID tag defines you and lets everyone know exactly who you are. Well, it does for most people. There are of course a few people who rejected the ID tags, but the faceless are probably harmless weirdos the way Wyan sees it. No need to get too worked up about seeing one outside his school one day. He has much more important things to worry about, like how he's going to survive in his mother's house until graduation and how to ask Davi out. The stories about the faceless had to be exaggerated, right?
I may or may not write this story to completion. I'm more or less using it as an extended writing exercise to get myself back in shape for something more serious.
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