Mind Tasters
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Last published Thu, May 19, 2016
The tests... The things no one remembers.. But me. I remember them all. I see the cameras. They are always watching. I am the only one who remembers, recognizes, and sees the things they don't want me to. They don't want us to know each other from past tests. They don't want us to remember past tests. They don't want us to see them. And I do all of that. There is one unwritten rule though... You won't be able to read minds. I can. They make all of the tests harder for us. So I'm everything that they don't want. Especially because I always succeed. they want me to fail, because I'm not "normal"...
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