Freaks of Society

Freaks of Society

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If it were not for the subtle rise of the blanket, then no one would have thought she was alive. Although, only one question truly remains... What would anyone do if she were not? I mean, who really cares about any abnormals? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a world where having powers was basically the worst crime anyone could ever commit, whatever can she do when she and many others are seen as the freaks of the world? Perhaps we'll find that out when she gets sent to a boarding school for the abnormals.
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Broken

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