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Filthy Purebreds!

Oh no! The box is being dropped. Darkness closing in. His face is no longer visible. They cant! They wouldn’t! He wouldn’t let them. Or would he? Lately that man has been so… so… out of it. If I hear a….. Click. Too late. I can’t even think things through before they happen. The box is secured now.

“Tommy?” I whisper. “Tommy.” I repeat a little louder. Then shouting, “Tommy! Tommy where are you?”

He left me. Like so many others before. Why do the galations always question me? They treat me like a liater. I’m no liater. I’m one of them. I’ve been with them my whole life. Mum was a galation. Dad too. So what do they have against me? Is there something I’m not being told?

No! I need to get that idea out of my head. If I wasn’t a galation they would’ve driven me out of the town the moment I was born. The stupid little purebreds. I can’t beleive I’m one of them. If I had the choice I would be a liater. Like Emgie. Emgie from so long ago. Just another distant memory. Hiding in the back of my mind.

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