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"Give it to her in the back door!" Someone yelled. The costumed crowd hooted and laughed. I felt sick. I leaned against the bookshelf, bumping my head against the wood and staring at a worn copy of Aldus Huxley's 'Brave New World'. This was humiliating. It had all started earlier in the night, while I stood in the kitchen pouring liquid green Jello into glass baking dishes. As I slid the dishes into the fridge, someone called out to me.

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