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In an orphanage there was an orange kid who didn't run and play like the other kids did. He would build communicators out of Lego blocks, parts from the T.V. and two alarm clocks.
When it was time to adopt people would always stare at his orange skin and his orange hair but he didn't care he was far from home no one else was orange he was so alone...
but then one day he lifted up his chin opened up his eyes and started to grin with excitement when this couple walked in who were looking for a child orange just like them...
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