Brown-Eyed Boy (Bk2)
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It has been three days of no much happenings, since I came back to my cell.
Mathew has been helping me move around, 'cause I am still using crutches.
We've maintained the same routine; breakfast, Chores, lunch, recreation, training, dinner, and back to the cells again.
I spent most of my recreation time in the Library. It's easier to dodge attention, lurking amongst bookshelves and blending with the elderly and sick, reading my life away.
We were heading back to the cells, when a guard I hadn't met approached me. Martin, his uniform tag read.
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