A Lonely Death
"Aren't you going to call Aubree? Give her a heads-up and tell her to be careful."
Mom's face darkened instantly. "I hope she dies out there. I never want to see her again."
I gave a helpless, bitter smile.
So, even a soul could feel pain.
Mom said she never wanted to see me again, but I was right here, standing in front of her.
Among all these specimens she was studying so intently, quite a few pieces came from my body. She just hadn't recognized me yet.
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After two days and nights of relentless work, Mom finally separated the human tissue from the animal tissue.