Lethal Crazy
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Last published Fri, Feb 20, 2015
My parents think I'm crazy. And so do the doctors. And the lawyers. And even the scientists. But I'm not. I just enjoy being different. My friends don't see me as crazy though. They see me as a one of them. A lethal. They protect people. But I'm not sure if I'm a lethal or if I'm just crazy.
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