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My name is Hadrian Moore. I'm 19 years old, and I'm literally a circus freak. Seriously, that's how I earn my money. I'm one of those, fortune tellers. Or gurus, or psychics or whatever you wanna call me. But, I'm no fake. I can.. do things. See things that can't be explained.. I've seen things that your worst nightmare would be afraid of. I'm trying to learn how to control my abilities, like some shitty comic book half-hero. And listen, whoever told you that I'm bad news was right. I have a history of getting the people around me hurt, so don't get too attached. Not that you're missing much anyway.
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