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No one knows I've been bitten, and the government would have a hard time replaceing me or maybe assume I died. I hadn't blabbed to Nathan.

The more I've thought about it maybe I can kind of try and live a normal life. I mean something like this, displaced people without identification will be normal.

OK maybe I sound like some selfish teenager to you but could you imagine spending every day in the same house with the same visitors over and over and over. Poking, prodding, giving you medication if you weren't happy enough or making you talk to someone that just reported everything I said- not that there wasn't enough of that.

Now my thoughts in this book truly are my own. I'm not sick enough to have to rely on anyone else. New company. I got to see the night sky. I got to see stars. I want to lay under them and really enjoy them not just on a drive.

Maybe I should be thinking about the suitcase and my mom, that nagging feeling. In reality though... I don't want to go back to that life.