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"Gunshots rang out. Shells fell to the floor. Lifeless, bloody bodies slumped to the ground. A baby cried out. Wait- a baby?! I was getting so soft. This was the usual. Everyday. No need to cry, my turn to die was soon." My name is Mossi Bonds, and I want to kill your president. Yes, I mean the son of a bitch who destroyed America, and everything else, really. Sloan, Gabe, Mishmish, Jarpad, Jenjen, and I started in a death camp, not the same one, mind you. It's World War III. Rich verses poor. But what happens when we find out that we're apart of something much bigger? Something that the scientists lied to us about? What if everything we knew was fake?
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