::Part 2::

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i made it away from my mother at the age of 3 months. there was always something different about her. maybe becuz she was a chicken. that was ok tho. she raised me, raised me well. i left to live my own life. i made it to a carton fool of other eggs. i stayed for a while but then left soon after. 

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