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I'm at the orphanage, and I'm playing a game with the other kids.  It's a game called tag.  It's fun, but the other kids are annoyed because I'm catching all of them because I can run a lot faster than they can.  None of the twelve others playing can outrun me for long.  They kept telling me that it wasn't fair that I could run so fast.  But I don't think so.  I've been running so long that I'm good at it.  And now it's made me better than the other kids.  After we're done we sit down, and they all talk about what it would be like to have parents.  As I sit there I can't help but think that among the 13 of us only I have parents.  I think its worse though, that they're alive and I'm here.  I see them walking around a lot, and it's like they've forgotten me.  Well maybe it's better that way.  One of the volunteers comes out with thirteen cookies for all of us.