Hello everyone. My name is Carol. Due to the suggestions of my Mama, I have taken to narrating my life. First, I should probably say a little about myself. I am eight years old, I like ponies, the color pink, and calculus. Mama says that's not normal for a girl my age, but that was the same time that she was going on and on about how she would show them all who the mad one was, and started laughing insanely, so I usually take what she says with a grain of salt.
Speaking of Mama, I should probably talk about her as well. Mama is thirty-five, and she says she's a scientist, but since we live in a large laboratory underground, I think she might be one of those mad scientists. Mama may be a potential threat to the stability of mankind, but I love her anyway. We look a lot alike as both have the same blonde hair, brown eyes, and facial features. I think I've given enough background for whoever might be reading this, so I think it's time to get started.
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