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I like the name Atlas. That's a cool name. Atlas was a girl, Atlas was me. My mother never gave me name, just always called me "baby girl". "Baby, girl knock that off yu'll hurt yourself now!" She slurd when she spoke, never wore a bra in her faded orenge tank up, her tits drooping from age her nipples poking out from underneath. She would scratch them down said it dispersted the blood better. Her hair was brown, her skin carmale and dry. Gry eyes, that pirced you when you got in her way. But w