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Declan soon arrived home and instantly he knew something was off. It was that the FBI had removed all the children and moistness from his house. "Guess it's for the better" he said to himself not really meaning it. Declan went to his fridge to find it was full of steak and vegtables. He couldn't stand the thought of having to eat this disgusting stuff for 4 weeks.
He opened the box of fruit salad he found in the fridge and took a bite. He was suprised at how mediocre it tasted. But only compared to children. It was still the worst thing he had eaten in the past year.
He took a walk around the city, constantly looking at kids he could have eaten. All the child he could have vaped. These thoughts depressed him more and more until a strange thought arose in his head. One he had never had before.
Declan quickly paced back to his house. When he opened the door he ran to the silverware drawer and pulled out a knife. He held it up to his chest. He was about to stab with full force but when the knife just pierced the skin, his sanity returned, sort of. "What am I doing." "How does this help me" he asked himself. "And how great will it be after these four weeks." These thoughts made him drop the knife and run to his couch. He took a couple deep breaths and he came to this conclusion. "None of this is worth killing myself over, but this is going to be a long four weeks..."
