“Hey, Igor, where you going? You think you can hide from us with that deformity of yours?” My bully shouted at me then threw a empty milk carton at my large back.

Darn, just when I was about to take off my dress shirt.

Turning around I saw Mary, the head cheerleader of my school (and biggest tramp of my class), and her boyfriend the head quarter back, Harvey, both wearing your typical school uniform covered by their letterman jackets showing how they respect the school’s dress code.
But they weren’t the only two that was bothering me, because apparently they decided to bring the entire football team and the cheerleading squad, so they all can make fun of me and my giant hunchback.

“If you’re looking for your gargoyle friends there not here, so I’m sure you shouldn’t be here either.” A random cheerleader said to me.

Oh, a Quasimodo reference, it’s not like I haven’t heard of that one before.

“Just... leave… me… alone.” I said under my hair. I still curse my cowardice whenever I try to talk to someone including my longhair that covers my entire face. Thanks to these negative points of myself a lot of people think of me as some ugly guy that has a low level speech… with a deformed back to further my bad looks.

“Look at this freak! He can’t even talk properly.” Another cheerleader said to me then laughed at me. As she laughed all by herself the entire group laughed alongside her making me feel even more uncomfortable with my secret.

For about five more seconds of laughing Mary raised her hand making the group fall in to silence.

“Look, Terry, right? Listen, Terry, as the class president of our school It is my habit to have all signatures of the seniors graduating and since you’re the last one and possibly the last person I want to ever talk to you I think this the only time I will ask for you to sign my year book.”

With a snap of her finger Mary’s boyfriend handed her our class year book and opened the last page covered in other signatures with only a small corner left.

“Just sign here and we will never speak to each other again, ok?” She said to me with a fake smile plastered on her face.

“I… need… a pen”

With a roll of her eyes she grabbed a pen from her fancy purse and placed it between the pages of the book and handed them both to me.

“Like I said, sign it and we will never see each other again, you can also keep the pen I just don’t like touching things when someone ugly uses them.”

If there one thing I like about her it’s probably going to be her brutal honesty.

Felling like my name is too good to be on her shit year book I just wrote ‘hunchback’ and handed it back to her.

Without even checking if I wrote my name or not, Mary closed her book, turned around, and walked down stairs followed by her boyfriend and the rest of her lackeys leaving me alone on the roof.

Not after ten seconds of silence to my me time, a small part of jocks and cheerleaders from Mary’s posse came back and pelted me with water balloons, laughed at me, then went back down stairs to follow their master.

*sigh* “Great, I now need to go to the lost and found to get another pair of cloths.” Looking at my back I could see a faint out line under my wet dress shirt making me even more scared if people might see what my hunch back really looks like.

Waiting a couple of minutes so I won’t accidentally run in to my bully’s I grabbed my backpack and made my way to the first floor, but also made sure to use the least populated hallways of my school leading me straight to the lost and found room. What I really like about this room is that no one, and I mean no one, has ever really kept this room clean, tidy, or at any aspect a place where any normal person would go to.

Then what does that say about me?

Entering the room I was greeted by the scent of mold and sweat, making me step outside and take in a few clean breaths of air before trying again.

Flipping the light switch next to the door the ceiling fan’s light bulbs flared bright showing piles of clothes, uniforms, and even random objects left behind dating to be in its 80’s.

I just need a dress shirt, no need for a uniform since seniors choose wither to wear one or not, so maybe somethings from the random pile.

“Holy crap,” I said out loud. “Parachute pants! I only seen these on the internet, but I never thought to see this here!” Picking the pants up I could see that it was taken care of very dearly and has no signs of wear and tear. Not to mention, the fact that the bright red color scheme of said pants still look new and vibrant.

To wear parachute pants, or not wear parachute pants, that is the question?

“Oh, who am I kidding?” I told myself as I flung the pair of out dated pants to another random pile. “If I wear this I would be a weirdo who has no fashion sense… with a hunch back.”

Rummaging through the pile of cloths again I caught a glimpse of a pure white sleeve under a dirty wool sweater and a grimy trench coat. Flinging the dirty pair away I grabbed the sleeve to show that it was a pale white dress shirt with some small gems on the color and a brand name of ‘Rarity’ on the inside of the color.

“I can’t believe a ‘Rarity’ brand would be in this pile, then again most of the students here are rich, and so I am sure they can buy another one.”

Looking behind me I checked if I remembered to close the door I turned back and looked at the size of the dress shirt.

An extra-large dress shirt, maybe this can fit me. I just hope this room is big enough for me to undress.

As I unbutton my wet shirt I can slowly feel the wings on my back twitch from having it freedom slowly extended outward to further its release. Right before they were repeatedly slapped by the ceiling fan, causing me to fall down to me knees from the pain.

“D- dang it, can’t believe I forgot that fan was there,” Looking at me pair of wings I see that most of the feathers were falling on the floor and my wing’s beginning to twitch from different angles. “Great, now I need to fix this.”

Taking out the gauze from the front pocket from my backpack I wrapped it around the areas that were in pain and slowly folded them to my back and covered them with my new dress shirt. I was lucky enough to find a clean shirt, but I am even more thankful with how it was more spacious on the inside making my wings adjust themselves for a better position.

Ok, now I need some pants.

It wasn’t that hard to find some pants, since after I found the clean dress shirt I also found a semi clean khaki black pair of pants. It was a bit short and showed my ankles, but it was either the acid was skinny jeans with brown stains on the back or the parachute pants. My options were limited.

With a new set of cloths I tossed my old duds to the rest of the used pile and exited the lost and found room. Not after leaving the lost and found I was being watched by everyone, but what they were really looking at was my ‘deformity’.

They all tried to act like they aren’t looking, well mostly the teachers since they try to act like an adult and that their jobs might be a stake if they step out of lines with how they mistreat students. But the ones who didn’t try to act like they weren’t looking were obviously the students. Be it either human or ponies they all looked at the one creature that seems to be a social outcast… that’s also a hunchback.

“And now for the latest news… at 10pm last night we had another sighting of this winged vigilante sighting.” Said the anchormare on the local news channel, if there is one thing more distracting then a hunchback lime me in this school I am sure the TV is the close second. The scene soon changed to another anchormare standing in front of an old and grimy alley way with a dirty homeless man holding a shopping cart full of his belongings.

After the announcer said that they found another sighting of the mystery flyer, I was soon ignored by the student’s attention and was redirected to the school’s hallway TV, so with them now distracted I walked forward to the one place I know most students go during free time, the school library.

Now, I’m not saying that the library is vacant there are some teachers and students there, but since the library holds the most computers and televisions they tend to ignore me and just stare at their screens for the latest tweets, Facebook comments, or the most recent fad so far is the vigilante.

And speaking of the vigilante all of the computer screens and TVs had all the same news channels telling about the recent sighting.

“The person who gave us this new information was a local hobo, Jim Murphy, who said that he was walking late at night to find a safe place to sleep, when he was attacked by a group of young thugs.” Signaling the camera man to focus on the hobo behind her, Jim was waving his hand and gave his toothy smile to the viewers before the news mare asked him a question.

“Now, can you give us your explanation again, sir, what happened as you were about to get mugged?” Using her magic to levitate the microphone to his lips, Jim began her story.

“All I was doing was just finding a quiet place to sleep, when these two thieves ambushed me, shoved me to this alley, and started to threaten me. Now, I’m not sure they wanted to rob me, since I was poor and all, so I’m sure they just wanted to beat me up for cheap thrills.” To show he was serious, Jim lifted his shirt to show he had multiple bruises and bandages wrapped around his midsection.

“And then what happened?” She asked.

“Well, I was to bruised and battered to stake conscious, but when they were about to finish me off I saw feathers falling all around them, and then a giant winged creature picked both of them up by their collars, and shot straight up in the air. Even now I can still hear their screams as they were taken away.”

“Yes, the police found them at the front of their station, a Caucasian male and a Latino, both repeated offenders of assault and robbery. We also had a note attached on one of the thugs leading us to you unconscious and in serious condition.”

“Yeah, I was. I’m just glad am still alive today.” He told her.

“Well, there you have it, folks. We seem to have a local hero on our hoofs. Many speculate that this winged avenger is some teen dragon having thrills beating on some earthlings, or a griffon playing hero, all of us in the news crew are just happy that your-“

“He was human.” Joe told her with a straight face.

“…Excuse me?” She asked him.

“I may have been half awake from most of it, but I swear that I saw a human with giant wings fall from the sky grabbing those bastards.” He said to the camera.

“Ok, josh, you can switch to camera one, we’re done with this segment.” The unicorn reporter said to the cameraman.

With that last comment from Joe, the scene changed back to the news station with the Lead anchormanre smiling at the main camera with a new guest to the show.

“Well, thank you, News flash, for your time, but our guest here, Ms. Lyra Heartstrings, an expert in interspecies biology might shed a new light on this matter.” Having the main camera focus on the mint green mare, Lyra made a small wave to the camera before she set her attention to the mare next to her.

“Thank you, Ms. Philips, for inviting me to your set.”

“Oh, no problem, Ms. Lyra, we’re happy to have you here.” Ms. Philips said.

“Now, Ms. Lyra, do you have any idea on who this mystery hero is?” She asked her.

“Why, yes, I think I have a few new theories on who this creature is.” Using her magic to levitate her laser pointer on the back screen, Lyra showed pictures of dragons, a pegasus, griffons, and a poorly photographed picture of the winged vigilante.

“We can cross out the teen dragon theory, since the vigilante is said to have feathered wings.” Lyra said making the photo of the dragon disappear from the screen.

“Next, is the pagasus, ‘cause with the testimony of the homeless Joe saying that the two criminals were grabbed by their collars, and since pegasi usually use their mouths when flying, then they are cross out.” With that said the photo of the pegasus was gone from the screen.

“So the only possible culprit of these solo heroics is a griffon?” Ms. Philips asked.

“Well that should be obvious since the griffon has feathered wings, and can grab objects and creatures, but then this picture,” Lyra used her laser pointer circling the poorly shot photograph. “Shows no characteristics of any known griffon that is similar to this picture, and even if it’s a poorly shot photo it would still show some distinct signs of the vigilante being a griffon.”

“Then, with your own opinion, what do you think our hero is?” She asked Lyra.

“What I think is that this could be a new species of a flying human.” Lyra said.

“I’m sorry to say this, but I’m not possibly convinced that a human can be born with wings.” Ms. Philips said skeptically.

“Now, it is true that humans can just make a pair of wings to fly, but with eye witness accounts and photos of this creature, I can safely say that it could be a human that was born with actual wings.” Lyra explained.

“Now, don’t forget, ever since Earth made contact with Equis there have been signs of interspecies relationships, including attempted breeding.”

“Yes, I should know, since I am an example of one.” Ms. Lopez said to Lyra.

“Right, with the help of human science and technology, plus with Equis magic interspecies couples are able to give birth to healthy babies with no deformities or side effects.”

“As a result, a human and pony can only produce different species together when science and magic fuse their DNA to give birth to either a human or pony.” Lyra said to Ms. Philips.

“But neither science nor magic did not show any results of having a human inherit equestrian traits it should be impossible for a human to have any forms of magic.” Ms. Philips added.

“But let’s not forget our friend here,” Lyra waved her hoof at the screen showing an even bigger picture of the mystery here. “For some impossible chance a human was born with wings, then that means a scientist found a way to evolve a human to greater heights.” Lyra said to her with an exited voice.

“More like created a Frankenstein. Besides, if this ‘human’ does have wings, then where is the scientist responsible?” She replied.

“I think this person is hiding. I’m sure with a breakthrough like this could peek a few important figures from different countries that would want this scientist to try to bolster their military might.” Lyra explained.

“But excuse me; I’m getting off topic on our angel friend. I have deduced that this creature is a human, but I did not tell you where his location is.”

“Fu- mpf!” I quickly put both my hands on my mouth, then quickly went to my usual library corner and tried to stop the twitching from my wings that was acting up from Lyra’s statement. Grabbing a random book off the shelf, I tried to act casual and at the same time trying to focus on the TV again without trying to have my wings spazing on me.

“Are you saying you know where we can find this vigilante?” Ms. Philips asked Lyra with an even more intense interest.

“Now, I’m not sure I have an exact location, but I do have only one place he often goes to.” Waving back to the screen a couple of new pictures appear of my school, the streets I usually patrol at night, and my home.

“Thanks to high definition cameras around the city we are able to catch small glimpses of him during the time.

You got to be kidding me! I can’t see those things that far in the air and that was at night making it harder to spot!

“The first spot this school: Hastings high school, so we can assume it’s a teenager.”

Are you serious!?

“The next are the streets that are often used by the vigilante: Boon Rd, Beechnut, and Jolly Rd. Resulting in my speculation that he uses these streets in the daytime too.”

Are you serious!?!

“And finally: the church, making me think that after the he is done with his night prowls he goes to this church to get ready for school with the same streets he uses at night to stop would-be-criminals.” Lyra told Ms. Philips with a proud look on her face for her explanation.

… ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!!

“Well, Lyra, that certainly sound like a possible theory, but-“Just when she was about to dismiss Lyra’s crazy opinion a huge blare of red lights started to flash the entire station and a huge ‘WARNING’ sign appearing over the screen.

“I’m sorry, Lyra, but we need to cut this short.”

“Um, what is happening?” Lyra asked her.

“Excuse me, but it seems a new segment is happening. We have to cut this short,” Trotting back to her center desk; Ms. Philips started her new report. “We are having a live feed of a robbery in progress with many speculations of another terrorist attack.” She informed the viewers.

After the anchormare told the watchers what’s happening now most of the students decided to switch to different websites and channels as soon as the topic was switched to something they did not care about. Well, I was interested, to say the least. Sitting closer to a TV screen that still had the same channel; I put down my book so I could get a better description of this new situation.

“We are advised to let no one to come across this dangerous area and to also pray that the hostages will make it out of this alive.” She said to the camera.

“Do you think the vigilante will swoop in and try to help the police?” A disembodied voice said to me.

“What?” Turning around, I see Ms. Lopez, the librarian griffon. “Oh, Ms. Lopez… it’s just you.” I said with a sigh of relief.

For the most part, Ms. Lopez was one of the only adults I feel more comfortable around, but for the most part I just like her more than anyone in this school. Ms. Lopez is also one of the few griffons hired in this school, since this school staff thinks it’s unsafe for most of the pony students to be around a griffon.

For my opinion though, Ms. Lopez is the most docile griffon I ever met. I mean, she’s what she’s wearing today is a simple dress with sunflowers and a black sweater. For all intents and purposes I think she looks more civilized than any other grown adult.

“Hello~ did you hear what I said?” She asked me.

“I’m sorry… I just zoned out,” Looking back at the news channel to see if anything changed I turned back to Ms. Lopez. “I’m sure the police… can solve the problem,” As I told Ms. Lopez what I thought a loud explosion was shown on the TV. “Or…national security.”

Turning her eyes on the screen then back at me, Ms. Lopez decided to reach inside her purse that is under her left wing, took out a pink sheet of paper, signed, and gave it to me.

“You know, Terry, you look a little sick. You should go to the nurse’s office, so you can go home.” She said with a knowing look of what I was planning to do.

Like I said before, Ms. Lopez is only one of the few adults I trust in this school, including the head nurse.

“Thanks… I will.” With a half nod, I walked out of the library and started to walk to the nurse’s office.

I usually don’t go to the nurse’s office very often, but when I do, I usually only do so for emergencies regarding my hero hobby. If I remember correctly, her office is located in the court yard. Walking through the exit door leading outside, I spotted her office next to the central office and entered inside.

“Hello, Ms. V?” Looking inside, I found that she was not here. Everything seems to be in order with all her files neatly organized, her medical things sorted, but the only thing that looks weird is the abnormally large lump that is on one of the beds used when students need rest.

Walking close to the bed, I removed the covers to find the nurse sleeping. Her skirt slightly is higher up her long pale legs from tossing and turning made me almost see a glimpse of her panties caught me off guard.Just when I was about to put the blanket on her, Ms. V woke up abruptly and pounced on me.

“Got you~” She sang. With a quick swipe from her hands, the nurse removed my dress shirt and started to play around with my wings.

“Ha ha ha ha! Stop it, now.” I said trough my laughing.

“Hmm, your wings are just as sensitive as I remembered them,” to prove her point she started to tickle them twice as faster and causing me to laugh even more. “It’s very interesting; your wings are a mystery to me. Don’t hate for what I’m about to do, ok?”

“What are you going to-“Just when I was about to finish my sentence, she plunged a needle into my neck and shoved me face first on to the bed.

“I always wonder how you are able to have wings,” Reaching under the bed, she pulled out a bone saw with small spatters of blood on it and pointed it down on my back. “First, I need to cut the base in order to remove the joints of your wings. No hard feelings.” She said with a small smile.

For the sad part of this, I knew this was going to happen. Ever since she found out my secret she tried ways to figure out how I tick, from trying to poison me, dissecting me when I am asleep (I still don’t know how she found out where I lived), and now this. But every time she is close to putting me in danger, I always had my wings to save me.

Right when she was about to swing down her saw unto my back my wings flared up and shielded my back from her strike. Now, I know that wings aren’t supposed to do that, but apparently my wings are way different from any normal wings.

For whatever reason, whenever I am always in danger they seem to kick into autopilot and protect me when I am about to get hurt, and for another bonus it is also indestructible. I’m serious, you can try and shoot it, stab it, burn it, or even try to crush them, and my wings are able to take the damage and then some.

“Oh poo, you broke it,” She said glumly at her bent medical saw. “But still, that just another reason why I love to try and tear you apart.” She said sweetly.

“How the hell did you become a school nurse?” I asked her.

“Now is not the time for added back story, the Arthur is having enough of a hard time trying to add more story line to this story already.”

“What did you say?” I asked her.

“No time,” Leaving the bedroom, she came back and tossed my costume next to me and started to talk to me. “I filed a report that you have a terrible stomach ache and sent you home, don’t worry about an excuse note for tomorrow I already taken care of that.”

“Thank, Ms. V.” I said getting up from the bed. “By the way, what the hell did you put in me?”

“Oh, just some anesthetic I usually use when I have unruly students that usually don’t follow my command.” She said to me plainly.

“A-are you serious?” I asked her with a bit of fear showing in my words.

“Just kidding~” She told me, but still feel as though she is lying.

“But enough about me, how come your able to move? The dose I gave you should make you immobilized for quite some time.”

“I’m tough… and also have high immunity.” I told her shyly with how close she’s getting to me.

“Um, privacy… please?” I asked her to leave, so that I can change. But instead of doing what I asked she stepped even closer to me and stared at me at eye length. I hate knowing the fact that most women I know are the same height as me. I mean, I am around 5’8, but it still feels embarrassing for me to have a female be so close to me and be the same height as well.

“Your serious on going aren’t you?” She asked me with an actual dose of emotion.

For a brief moment of silence I nodded my head and started to get dressed in my white and blue colored costume.

“Your mother called me,” I stopped all of my movements when I heard her tell me about my mother. “She said that she might have found some skilled doctors that can help treat you’re… deformity.”

“What mother, you mean the mayor of this glorious city.” I said sarcastically and also a bit pissed at the same time. For most of my entire life I was born to be left in the dark, ever since she gave birth to me and discovered I was growing wings it would have caused uproar of reporters to discover why I was born like that. And since she hid that she gave birth, the mayor also decided to change my last name and identity, so to make sure that there is no possible way that people can find out.

“Why would she finally decide to care?” I asked her with new courage (or rage) flowing through me.

“She needs twice the amount of votes she had from the last election, so she can still be mayor.” Going near the bed, Ms. V crouched down and pulled out a poster with a middle aged blond woman. “She is trying to appeal to the human votes, since some of them still don’t want any more aliens to live in this city.”

“Leave it to the mayor to exploit something, so she can control everything.” I said to her while going back to getting myself ready.

“And I thought that I’m not her only child, don’t I have an older sister?”

“Yes, you do, but after your sister was caught by the police with illegal narcotics, your mother decided that you can help her win some votes with you.”

“How can I help?”

“Well, you have a clean record of no criminal misbehaviors, a solid GPA score, constant good grades, and also she is planning to make up a story of how she found out that her son is still alive after a horrific car accident.”

“Lies, lies, oh and even more lies, can’t she just tell the truth?”

After I told her what I thought she started to laugh uncontrollably before she abruptly stopped to keep her attention to me.

“Sorry, but you and I both know that she’s not like that.” She said to me with sincerity.

“Either way, I still need to stop the criminals from doing any more harm.” Looking for a mirror, I reached over to a nearby drawer and found a hand mirror that looked like it was left here by a random student.

The looks of my costume is just a jumpsuit I got from the lost and found with some minor modifications I put on for decorations. Some yellow colored tape wrapped around the forearms and legs, some faded out blue converses, and a hockey mask with some faded blue and yellow paint I also found at the lost and found, but the best part of the jumpsuit is the giant wing size slits on my back to have my wings sprout out of my costume.

“How do I look?” I asked her while giving a swirl for a better look of my costume.

“I think you need a lawyer, because I think Jason Voorhees is going to sue you.” She told me.

“Hey,” I looked back at the mirror and gave a little pose. “I think it looks good.”

Walking out to the main room of the nurse’s office, I turned to Ms. V and asked her a question.

“I’m going to the back of the school and take off; you’re going to make sure the school cameras aren’t going to catch me, right?”

“Don’t worry; I’m just going to take care of the security guard that’s in charge of the cameras.” She said with a mischievous grin.”

“Are you going to seduce him?” I said to her with clear disgust.

“What? Eww, no way, that dude has serious BO and don’t get me started on his triple chin and beer belly. I’m just going to show a little bit of cleavage, sway my hips, bat my eyes, and when he drops his guard and or his pants I’m going to inject him with a sedative and take over the cameras.” After she explained her plan, Ms. V started to put on more make up then necessary and then looked back at me with a seductive smile.

“How do I look~” She purred while trying to push her boobs a little bit more for extra seduction.

“Um… uncomfortable.” I said reverting back to my shy side.

“Meh, you’re just too immature and young for a real woman.” She said to me with denial.

“Just… please deal with the cameras.”

“Ok, ok, I’ll be outside first and you just wait here and I will txt you that I finished or not.”

“Ok… be careful Ms. V… and good luck.”

“Hey, didn’t I tell you last time, just call me valentine.” Giving me a wink as a good bye, Valentine exited out her office and left me alone.

For about ten minutes of waiting I got a txt from Valentine and checked what she sent me.

“Oh my-“Dropping my phone on the ground I rushed to the nearest sink and barfed out my breakfast.

“OK, that’s just… wrong, so very, very wrong.” Steeling my nerves (and my guts) I looked back at the picture that was on my cellphone screen

On the pic was Ms. Valentine having a selfie with an unconscious security guard beneath her with his pants and boxers down to his ankles and is showing his jewels in full view of the picture.

*Sigh* “Why can’t she just give me a normal txt message.” Putting my phone back in to my pocket, I went out the back of the school and made a double check if any stragglers are around me.

“No person on left, no person on right, time to fly” With a quick thought of flight my wings extended outwards and with one flap of my wings I was air born.

My wings in the air and no boundaries under me I can only do one thing that comes natural to me.

“AHHHH!” And that is to scream until I calmed down.

Now, I sure a lot of people would love to be born to fly, but when it happens to a person who is afraid of heights it could get a little frantic.

“AHHHH- ok I think I’m good.” I said with a breath of relief.

Using the smoke of the explosion as my guide I flew to where the fighting is taking place, but at the same time made sure that I use the cover of the clouds to hide from any news choppers or any flying equestrians.

“Ok, I’m going over where the explosion started, swoop in the middle of the fray, and… what.” I said to myself.

“Crap, I need to think this through…” But after thinking for a short moment I heard another explosion and even more gunfire.

“Ok, thinking over, acting now!” Flexing your wings on instinct, you launched to the hot zone causing a small cone of air forming around me.

But just as soon as I was starting to get to where I needed to be my feathers started to ruffle uncontrollably. And when my feathers start to ruffle, then that means that something is disturbing to air flow around me, but I don’t really see the distur- whoa!

With a quick thought of stopping my wings paused its flight pattern making me miss a huge trash dumpster almost hitting me.

“How the heck did that thing get up here?” Looking beneath me I spotted no particular person that could have done this, which made me even more curious as to how it happened.

“I’ll worry later; right now the police need me.” Looking back at the ever growing smoke and loud gunfire I flapped my wings to get me back to speed and headed straight to the fight. “I just hope I bit of a prayer can help me.”

And as if on coincidence I heard a loud scream followed by a symphony of bullets and explosions coming from the distance.

“Maybe some magic, yeah, I think some magic help a lot.”

Author's Note

Hello readers i just wanted to add another chapter to this story for all to (hopefully) read. Now, to tell you all the truth this story will not be updated like my other stories. this story is just something i wanted to get out and i will add another one when i feel like it. For now, i am making another chapter for my other story, so go and check my other stories if you all interested and leave a comment, like, and favorite on any of them.

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