“Hey, you, how was school?” Lacey asks, beaming. Holo blinks. How’s he supposed to answer that? He’d felt trapped. Scared. Confused. The food was weird and soft—though he ate it, whatever it was (some kind of meat, sitting in a salty, brown puddle)—and he’d had to take something called a quiz. He’d gotten yelled at for growling.
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