Badasses Stick Together

Badasses Stick Together

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I started to get really nervous as I started to make my way up to them. I've been watching them since they arrived. I noticed that they seemed to be... different and I could smell that they weren't human but... did they know? Don't think so. My father would disapprove of me running my experiments on mere humans and girls at that, but I felt like they were different...like they had more to offer? Call me crazy but I think that if I showed them their full potential they would sore. They each seem to have their own set of special characteristics. Oh well, lets just hope that they agree to come with me.As I stalked up to them they noticed me and didn't move like if they were waiting for me? As I come face to face with them I notice their strange eye colors..Silver...Amber...and...Violet? What does this mean? ... This could change my whole experiment ...
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