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The Wasteland. Mrs Sowter. Christy Wright. I've never been accepted. "Freak." And "Monster" were the names I heard day in and day out for the last four years. That's why, when I got approached by The Mavericks I thought things were looking up for me. Little did I know, things were about to go whirling out of control. It was a piercingly cold day, my hands were raw, I was doing my usual paper round, thinking of giving it up, in hope of bed-ridden mornings and no more bags' under my eyes. I'd given my last paper to a elderly woman leaving her house to check the milkman had been. He hadn't. He had stopped coming years ago and then I headed back to the Newfield Newsagent and collected my pay. Twenty pound is what I got paid for getting up at six in the morning, every morning. I made my way across the snow...

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