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Submitted to Contest #52
As a child with wealthy parents I had tons of hobbies that never truly satisfied me. Sure, I enjoyed playing in the mud of one of my mothers many gardens. I often snuck my way into my fathers laboratories and mixed chemicals in big beakers when he wasn't watching. I had more toys then any other children that I knew, but I always found myself struck with crippling boredom that followed me everywhere I went. My mother often called me ungrateful, but my father understood. While the world was riddled with disease and war that called my parents a...
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