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They say that girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice, but not me, I'm made of death and despair and things to beware. I am the wraith in the night. I am the smoke in the darkness. I am the inevitability that none may escape, hidden in plain sight from those who hunt me. Who am I? I am Nobody.
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