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I was born there was blood, sweat and tears.

The rest is a kind of blur I remember the knock on the head when I was dropped soon after birth and then it's just a haze.

Here's what I think happened:

My mother was a lovable prostitute named Enid, she loved me and continued to turn tricks to pay for my way through school and university. So life was always rough on me especially since my mother named me Gladice. Gladice Mudrove. My father was a carpenter who only occassionally visited to tell me stories of his days that he used to spend fishing looking for the great white whale, he says he called him Moby Dick and he trainled him across the seven seas and it eventually took his life. Perhaps my father was a ghost or better still just crazy.

I first discovered a small lump on my arm at age nine which at the time I named Peter. Peter was my only friend the rest of the kids would tease me about my name being Gladice. Sure I cryed, all the time, but that would never stop me and Peter being best friends. As I grew so did Peter, but soon Peter out grew me, soon after my thirteenth birthday I realized that Peter was in fact another human being that was growing out of my arm. I found out this because one night I awoke covered in blood and Peter missing soon I found a note on the side table it read 'To Gladice, I really have to tell you, you have to be the most boring and uninteresting person in the entire world, you suck, your loving brother Peter.' I have lived with this growing regret in my head ever since. Am I really that boring? Can it be? So I'm here to prove him wrong.

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