Project Enemy

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Last published Wed, Jul 10, 2013

My mom. The first two words of this story. My mom. All I had left of me. All of me before I learned of the New World. A piece of me after I entered the New World. My mom. The last human female I see before I enter this chaotic world. The last one I expected to be my enemy.

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