Part eight

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"Give!” A woman barks at me and then

snatches my bowl of soup away. I try to

take it back, but she just pushes me away.

I grow angry and being pushed around

again. I'm tired of all of this. I hate it here

and hate all of them. I hate them so much

that even hate isn't a strong enough word.

No, I loathe them.

“Give it back!” I shout and lunge at the

woman.

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