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I live in a world where your plans are the same as the person sitting next to you, even if that person is a complete stranger. My name is Julie, of course my mother didn't pick that name for me it was chosen for me years ago before my blood even existed. I have long dark hair, sky blue eyes, I even have a few freckles. I may look normal but I'm different and the government (The Big Guys) don't have an inkling of what they're in for.
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