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“What I don’t understand is why no one in the Remains seems to bat an eye at the fact that Innovators chose not to participate.” “Rich people have options. We don’t,” Tee screeched. “Don’t seem fair.” “A lot of things ain’t fair. You ain’t no baby, Jax. You know that already.” “I know that, but I figured that in the Remains there was supposed to be,” he paused, thinking of the right words. Jax twisted his lips on his face. “Fairness.” “You ain’t that stupid,” Tee laughed. “What you mean?” “Ain’t nothing fair,” Tee pointed out. “We live in the Remains and there is a tenth of the world population in space heading for God knows where. They put in plans long before the flash. Right? They are heading toward...trying to terraform planets but we aren’t in the loop. We didn’t get no choice in that. That wasn’t fair. Why ain’t you talking about that?” Tee said, moving her head left to right and poking out her lips.” Excerpt From Libro 1 This material may be protected by copyright.”

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Bully Nation: The Remains: Part One

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