Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Chapter 23
Blake Blakesly was nursing his daily allotment of Parafruit Juice. It was the closest thing to happiness he had experienced during his two months in confinement. The guards who served his meals wouldn't speak with him, gave no sign they heard him when he spoke. That was the way with heretics. They were to be shunned.
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