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Series M-9, where never meant to be fighters.
They where suppose to be able to listen
where they from
they only they could do
The M-9 children where young then
They thought that we weren’t fighters, but they were wrong, we are fighters and now we’re fighting each other.
like arrows…I grabbed a pair of jeans off of the floor
I pulled my shirt over my head, making sure my MP3 didn’t get caught. I grabbed a rumpled yellow Blondie shirt off the floor, and threw it over my head, checking it in the mirror to make sure it didn’t look too bad.
but don’t turn the music off.
I just had to make it just until I was eighteen
–It’s like the pound
said Lab, like to screw with the DNA
who I had ever seen before in my life.
–All I knew
it as all been downhill from there.
Jenni said smiling broadly.
I shook my head no.
they where all following me.
being made in a Lab, had it benefits
I shook my head no
Shane who sixteen like you, and Duke who is fifteen.
just simple questions, that would fly by
The base pounded in green dots that expanded and unexpanded as the base thumbed.
–I followed her in the house. –I heard shouts coming from some where in the house.
A boy with shaggy blond hair said glancing quickly over at his mom.
in it’s custom made sheath.
I nodded my head yes.
Owen said elbowing him in the ribs.
“Because.” I said
one of the couples who’d come to talk to me, took me back to their house
he said “She didn’t say anything.”
“There’s food downstairs.” Own said
I shoved my hand phones headphones over my ears
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