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I’m a chromosome. I’m colored blue. I give the characteristic "eating
glue." I was separated from my sister at birth, and I will never see her
again. We separated during Mitosis. We were replicated from the same chromosome
long before anyone could remember, and when we were born off each other,
we were pulled apart by spindles, the walls closing in between us.
After the separation, the room I was in, grew bigger and bigger, more and
more little things flying around, called DNA replicated as well. They were
going all around, and eventually, I grew another sister chromatin. Would
I be separated from another sister of mine? Yeah...
After a short rest, the other chromosomes and I were tossed toward the middle
of the room, me and my new sister that grew on me were separated, and the
room got bigger and bigger, pulling us away from each other again.
"Would I be stuck in this never-ending chain of events?" I asked myself.
That’s when the end came, and I DIED
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