The Fight Of Thirteen
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Running....running...running...that all I've ever ..my cepan died when I was six ...I was took in by a family who abused me...when I was nine I ran away...but when I was ten I was captured ...captured by the mogadorians...I was held prisoner for 6 years...but that all changed when I got my legacies...I escaped and now...I am on the run again...
I AM NUMBER THIRTEEN!!!
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