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behind her widened almost into laughter when she

said that.

"That's cold," Teal said. "And disgusting. I feel

like some old lady with bladder trouble. I want my

clothing back. They were expensive, especially the

designer jeans. You have no right to take them away

from me. Why can't we all have our clothes back?"

she whined, now sounding more like a spoiled child

than a defiant teenager.

"I've already given that answer. One thing you

will learn and learn very quickly here, Teal, is if I or

anyone else has to repeat something to you, it's

because you don't or won't listen, and that will result

in a demerit."

"I don't care about any demerits. I want my

clothing!" Teal shouted back. Her voice echoed off

the cement walls and then died as if her words were

smashed to bits, the letters splattered and then raining

dawn to the dank concrete floor.

Dr. Foreman took a step toward her. "Oh, but

you will care, my dear. That will be one of the

significant changes in you very soon." she said

slowly, her voice so full of chill. I imagined the words

turning to ice in the air between them. Even the cold

smile disappeared.

"I want to go home," Teal cried back at her.

"Right now,"

"Do you? Unfortunately for you, for all of you,

no one wants you back. Teal. In fact. I'm the only one

who wants you."


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