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The Second Healer
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Concluida, Has publicado oct 11, 2016
It was difficult enough being reborn on an alien planet, but why did it have to be Earth? And why didn't anyone tell me I wasn't human in the first place? It really would have made high school easier if I'd known my classmates and teachers weren't even the same species. And you would think, what with being from the stars and all, I might not have failed Astronomy 101 my freshman year of college. What the hell is being an alien good for, anyway, if all you have is a messy apartment, weird glowing eyes and a flair for bringing people back from the dead?
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