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They say the war was terrible. That only our city survived. Our founders created a complex system composed of cells. All of us. At birth, we are assigned a bracelet. It's purpose is for tracking, but few people know that. Our founders came up with a chemical compound that turns the bracelet a certain color with our mood. Blue is for sadness, orange is for hunger, and so on, and so forth. Everyone seems to have a colorful bracelet..
Except for me.
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