Maximum Ride: The Girl of the Flock They Had Forgotten
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  • Reads 39,987
  • Votes 1,086
  • Parts 44
  • Time 45m
Complete, First published Mar 14, 2015
Mature
The Flock...

 Max...
 Fang...
 Iggy...
 Gazzy...
 Nudge...
 Angel...
 Total....
 They all thought they were the only ones Jeb was supposed to take away from the School that day, but no.
 They forgot me.
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