I have a few short stories I started and never finished. Here's one of them.

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The Secret Society of Canadians

My high school was like any other American high school. They served mystery meat in the cafeteria. They had bomb scares at least once a semester. They had armed guards on patrol outside. Unlike most American high schools, this school was in Germany. Unlike most American high schools, this one had Canadians.

They weren't that much different from us. They looked just like us, spoke the same language even. Their I.D. cards were yellow. If you listened carefully, you could hear them mispronounce certain words.

They moved among us. You couldn't tell who was who.
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That's as far as I got.

-FP