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Personal Narrative: My Life In The Female Commission Center

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It was only a day before I would be sent to my mission. Fourteen years of training are put into the only business I prepared for, except my mission was unexplained from the government. It was never documented to my messenger or guardian. All I have been told is that I need to be in the Female Commission Center known as the FCC before the city was shut down. I couldn't sleep in my capsule because my anxiety generated my night visions to be intimidating. I woke up being only 74 percent charged, enough to be awake, however not enough to be working. As the hover train took me to the FCC, my electrical cords were pumping doubtfully swift and the nerves were almost to spark. I knew this life journey will be difficult, but I was not only trained,

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