Monday, April 26, 2010

Book 3, Chapter 3

Dear Journal,
i hate this place, today i was forced to look in the mirror and the person staring back at me seemed like a complete stranger. he was bald his ribs were showing and his knees were thicker than his thighs. I could not believe it, i smell like a goat and i am losing all of my teeth. O'Brien told me that in the end they would shoot me.

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