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Dead Inside - Carl Grimes

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Blurb/ 
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"If you could have one world to
describe you, what would it be?" 

"Forgotten." I answered. "You?"

"Dead." He says with no emotion whatsoever. 

"Why?"

"Because I truly am Dead Inside."
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chapter 1
Tue, Aug 2, 2016

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Tue, Aug 2, 2016

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