I picked at my food. It felt so wrong to be here again, eating dinner with them again after everything that's happened. It feels too wrong, but then again, everythign about the world we live in is wrong. Nothign is fair, and nothign is right. I look up and see them staring at me. It takes everything in me not to scoff and look away. They're eyes are pirceign through me with hate. I know they think I should be back in the lab, that they're mother and my father shouldn't have given me mercy
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