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The police told me that my parents' remains were so badly burned that DNA testing would be required to make an identification. They brought me to a lab and drew my blood. I watched them poke me and prod me, my eyes filled with tears. It all seemed like a dream. |
| They put my blood in a strange machine and I watched it spin around and around. They explained things to me at times, but mostly they just tried to make me comfortable. | ![]() |
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It was then that I noticed a strange-looking rat on the floor nearby. It was eyeing me curiously and I remembered the rats in the cellar. |
| It jumped up to me and I thought, "Maybe it wants to be my friend!" And my heart was immediately lifted. | ![]() |
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I was wrong. |
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I remember one of the technicians in the lab. How he came over and saw the rat gnawing on my skull.
"Ah shit, I hope that isn't one of the radioactive super rodents we've been breeding for the government." |
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