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Don't Panic!
RJNoronha
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RJNoronha
Ongoing, First published Jan 10, 2016
11thgrade2010sexperiencesfoodfunnygoatsguidehighschoolindianjunioryearlifenovelsemiautobiographicalsixteensouthindianteenteenwriterweird
It was a time of change. An era of revolutions and overthrows; of secessions and unifications. A time of recessions and elections and bloody beautiful football. Electronic music and boy bands, zombies and the coming of winter. The time of dystopian worlds and SickLit novels that aimed to be 'Okay? Okay.' The age of reboots and remakes and high functioning sociopaths. There was a Doctor with a bow tie and a Doctor without a bow tie and two incredibly awesome brothers with a pet Angel. The age of rights and discrimination. Of terror and happiness; oppression and liberty. An age of fear and an age of hope. And it was in this time that I started 11th grade.

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