Believe The Impossible
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It's impossible for people to fly.
It's impossible for people to walk though walls.
It's impossible for people to read minds.
It's impossible for people to see through people.
It's impossible for people to do anything out of ordinary.
Or so I thought. Life isn't so black and white I guess.
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