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July 13, 2005

Tanya: Self-discovery

David Thompson-Hughes awoke to find himself in a stable. So, it was true. A sickly-looking boy, his own age, was impatiently jabbing a grimy shoe into his ribs.

"We’re already late, Dave. Get up and grab your saddle," the boy ordered, gesturing toward a white horse. David whimpered pitifully as the boy sneered at him.

"I don’t know what you’re whining about," he continued. "At least you and Will got to live with normal names. Not like Pham and me." A thin girl in the corner nodded and rolled her eyes.

"Now get your ass up, and let’s get moving."

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