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Random First Lines:One Hundred seats, Two hundred list of people to invite.
Marshall Sinclair keeps on seeing himself die. He doesn't understand why. He thinks that he is seeing himself die as an alternate ending.
I'm Sammi. I'm 15 and I'm accompanied by Anna, a parent-less 8 year old. Together we preform jobs together given to us by anonymous customers. I guess you could call us hit-men. Also, is it wrong that I have feelings for my 8 year old companion?