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Extra It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled through the trees, and lightning crashed down, lighting up the sky in its path. A boy sat on top of a hill, bracing himself on a tree as the wind and rain hit him. This boy had no home, he was on his own. The boy looked at the distance with a look of want on his face. His face seemed to say, no matter what he did, what he got, nothing would make up for what he did not have, what he had lost. In the distance, where the boy looked, was a scene quite unlike the place he was in. The sun was shining bright, trees gently swayed in the distance, and children frolicked about, carefree and happy. The boy sighed, a puff of air, visible in the winter air. He had once been like those children before they came along. The world had become overpopulated, but there was a large, dark island, where they would toss the extras. They chose those who were worthy to live in the light, but threw those who were not into the darkness to fend off the e...
