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Welcome to our society. You will be judged on what you wear, which music you listen to, what you look like, how you act, who you hang around with, and on practically every other personal trait or slight imperfection in you, and you'll be made fun of for being you. Enjoy your stay.
-- drabbles and things of the sort written by maewritesthings.
--- will be similar to the somewhat discontinued story of mine, known as " Lightning Bugs ".
---- i can only hope you enjoy.
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