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This is a short story I wrote for class. We had to incorporate a form of socialization into any story form we wanted. I came up with the backwards aspect of desocialization. How one girl came to commit suicide and what led her there.

BTW I got a 95/100 I didn't get 100 because I didn't have pictures; though I don't think this is the kind of story you would want illustrated. I hope y'all like it, it was very emotional for me to write, please enjoy it.All Rights Reserved

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