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Well, I was born out in the country in North Carolina, with two sisters and two brothers. Daddy was a truck driver, he died when I was twelve. My sister Lashelle moved to Paragon City and set up a little beauty shop, and me and my sister Dee went and join her when we old enough. I didn't have no time for beauty school, so I worked at the Post Office instead. Twenty-five years, then I retire and help Lashelle and Dee a bit around the shop, doing nails and such.
I lived mostly with Dee. Never got married. Dee she got three boys and no man to watch 'em, so I kept an eye on the childrens as they grow up. They learned to mind their auntie right quick.
I been strong. Back in North Carolina, after Daddy died, things was hard. Dee and I was still in school. Dee she older, but she kind of frail and let the mens walk all over her. One day I was in tenth grade, and some little conked hoodlum put his hand up under Dee's sweater. I backhanded him and bust out three of his teeth. Word get around, you know, and nobody bother Dee again.
That was the same year I learned about the cold. It was August, powerful hot. I tending the garden, wishing for a cool breeze or a glass of lemonade, when the frost come out of my hands and take out a whole stand of pole beans. Mama told me on that for quite a while.
When them Rikti came, I help out with the rescuing, digging people out of buildings and such. A few Rikti come to our neighborhood, I hit 'em so hard they go away and don't come back. But I was never no hero.
Then I see on the TV about them prisoners busting out of the Zig. Dee tell me, "Letisha, it ain't safe to be on the streets with all them punks." She right, of course, so I went over to Galaxy City and got my registration card. Then that nice lady from C.H.E.S.S ask if I can help them out, so here I am.
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