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Last published Wed, Nov 23, 2016
There is a society where the government limits the amount of words you can say. You have a watch like counter on your wrist. They gave it to you when you turn 10. It has been three years since Tacie has gotten hers. Tacie is given about 20 words to say each day. She has been totally silent for those three years. She learned sign language to talk to her family. She has not said one word to anyone else. And then she goes viral.
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