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In Loving Memory


Join me, my friends, as I tell you about our kind. Being one of us is not easy. It is a life full of hardship and strife. Prepare yourself as I share with you a true story of capture and torture:

I’ve hanged on trees, been buried underground, and traveled by air and sea. One day, after being peeled, mashed, shredded and chopped, I was tossed in a boiling, slippery liquid. Scooped up and placed on a round, hard object I got stabbed then lifted into a dark, wet cave, where I was pummeled and ground by bone-hard masses.

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    Karen Wong over 9 years ago

    This was originally part of a fanfiction, I wrote.

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