

The Chemicals Between UsColin had received the letter two weeks after his eighteenth birthday. “Congratulations!” it began. “You are pre-approved for a Breeding Marriage License! Enclosed is form MGA-1304, application for suggested partners. Please complete this form and return it to the Ministry for Genetic Affairs to request your list of genetically compatible partners.” He folded the letter back into its envelope and drew out the application. After scanning across it briefly, he set it on the table and opened the next item, another piece of college junk mail.The Chemicals Between Us
It sat in a filing cabinet until a biting February day three years later. As he was walking
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:iconorg-neworder:'s number XXIII
I'm a hunter in :iconleft4deadfanclub:
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The Moon guards the Darkness
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Quote of the week:
*CRACK*
"Ehehe...... Ryan? ....oh my god.. did I really kill him this time?
- Mikey, wondering whether or not he really snapped my neck
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Proud BLEACHer and a part of =Soul-Slayers
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Proud BLEACHer and a part of =Soul-Slayers
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Proud BLEACHer and a part of =Soul-Slayers
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:iconz-a-d-r: Join it. It's like crack for your eyes!
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