[ Sarah listens, not letting herself look away, even though she wants to. One by one, she forces herself to look at each clone, taking in everything about them—both what MK is saying and what Sarah can see in each sad, staring face. It's hard to believe that at seventeen these girls were already working to find out the truth. At seventeen, Sarah was fighting with S, not going to school, being a complete waste of life. Would she have joined them, if they'd found her somehow? She doubts it. And there are others, too, she knows. Other clones who've died from illness and never known why, who've been betrayed by their boyfriends and girlfriends and parents and never even known it. Sarah can only try to carry them all with her. Even though it's a heavy burden to carry, she'll force herself to do it, for the others. The ones who've died, and the ones who don't even know what they are. ]
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Go on.