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I was 15 when I was involved in a spree that killed my mother and everyone else in a small diner on the edge of Chicago. Now,I have changed my name and moved to New York to live with my "father". Who I haven't seen in a decade. I guess, I should make friends right? Who knows, one day I might be popular. For now though, I still don't like human contact at all, even from some little kids. I'm not a sociopath. I swear.
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Hi, my name is Rebecca. I'm 20 and still some chick that lives with her mommy. Anyways. My brothers the closest thing I ever had as a child. Maybe my mom wasn't so good to me, but at least I have one, right? I did have a dad, but he died of cancer when I was 10. I used to blame myself. I never really had any friends. I did have one, but he died when I was 16. It was my fault though. He never would have gotten hit if it wasn't for me. Anyways. That's my story...for now.

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