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Sensitive: Sixteen-Seventeen

No matter how old I was or how many experiences I had, I'd never outgrow Mum and Dad.

Sensitive: Fourteen-Fifteen

Sure I was really dying this time, I shouted over the emergency comm for help.

Sensitive: Thirteen

You can't measure inspiration, creativity, beauty, or wisdom.

Sensitive: Eleven-Twelve

I felt more like a project than ever, a girl kept patched together for delivery to a sentient ship in their war.

Sensitive: Nine-Ten

"Sensitives are the most vulnerable part of a ship. It only makes sense to kill them."

For Better or Worse: Proxy to Murder

"Instincts stirred in his lower brain, and he yanked at the tie he'd worn all day at work." ©2016 Kecia Sparlin; 2,837 words

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