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It was a lie, of course, that it wouldn’t hurt a bit. But since adults always said it when itwas going to hurt, he could count on that statement as an accurate prediction of the future. Sometimes lies were more dependable than the truth.
The other kids were gone. They would be waiting though, the bad ones. His monitor wasn’t perched on his neck, hearing what he heard and seeing what he saw. They could say what they liked. They might even hit him now—no one could see them anymore, and so no one would come to Ender’s rescue. There were advantages to the monitor, and he would miss them.
Ender leaned his head against the wall of the corridor and cried until the bus came. I am just like Peter. Take my monitor away, and I am just like Peter.
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