| Hi. My name is Ms. Recoil. I'm a freak. I've always been a freak. On the other hand, What seventeen year-old doesn't feel like a freak? I don't really get along with my folks. It's not that we didn't get along . . . we did . . . for the eight to ten hours we actually spent togethr every year . . . most years, anyway. Okay . . . so . . . life's unfair. That much I accept. What I can't accept is that my parents experimenting with performence "enhancing" drugs made me, and other people, a freak. I ran away from home and became a full blown, full time freak. When you live on the street, it helps if you can take enormous punishment from whatever freaks, thugs, and baddies that come your way. Me? I can take a hit better than most people. It also helps that I have a cool friend . . . very cool. He's a freak, too. His name is Captain Polaris. We met on the street. I saw him fighting some creeps and joined in to help. We've been friends ever since. Kisses, 
Ms.
Recoil
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 Me,
near Atlas Park
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