I can´t stand to look in the mirror or even feel myself inside this body. How did they do this to me? It must have been in my sleep. I´m too numb sometimes to notice things. But I keep having a dream of small spiteful twinkling eyes above me. I know that was them. They gave me to someone. It´s the same person who these ridiculous parts come from, this pocked and rubbery face, these flab-for-muscle arms, legs that barely walk. Even my own voice is gone, replaced. I don´t think there´s anything I can do about it. I had to sign a contract to move in this place. I had to promise to follow the rules. No acting out. If I go trying to find who has my parts, they´ll make me leave. The only thing I can do is look up at the ceiling and shout "What the hell did you do with my body?" I don´t expect an answer from those squirrels.

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