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My Destiny

From the time I was born, I was told I was special. I was told I had a purpose, a destiny to fulfill. My mother made sure I understood that I was like no other. I used to brush this off, thinking she was crazy. She was after all a schizo, claiming to see ghosts and sprites of different kinds.
It’s not until now that I realize just how right she was. I am different. I am special. I do have a destiny to fulfill. As I brush my teeth and wash my face, I realize what I am here to do. As I put on my coat and head out the door, as I cross the street and enter my car I know my purpose.
As I drive down the narrow street, moonlight glistening off parked cars, in the driveways I know why I am special. As I put on my too cool for you sunglasses and put the peddle to the medal, I race towards my finish line. I am here to do one thing and one thing only.
Eat squid. Yes eat squid. I have a meeting to attend tonight at 8, at the seafood restaurant up town. I’m almost late. I’m going to fulfill my destiny in clown school!

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