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Title: Just Me... Author: Mincetro
Just wanted to know what you think so far:
I woke up, laying down on my cold bed in a slightly offencive position, rats lined the floor of my prison cell, I found yet another one of yesterdays old food scraps down my pants. I didnt know how they were getting into my cell, but they did.
Every night they would do it. I was in my own cell, I wanted a cell mate to talk to, but its for the best if I'm by myself. I've seen the other prisoners at least once. There hasnt been a new arrival since christmas when a guy murderd his wife. Is this really justice? Locking people in brick walls with a steel door blocking their way to freedom? Blood and urine stained walls and insanely unsafe walkways? Is this how we treat eachother these days?
The toilet was to be fixed a few months ago - Its been blogged since the "Christmas Special". Theres an eerie atmosphere here,
everyones afraid to leave their cells to go to anywhere in the toiletries section. Roumors have been spread thet people are murdered by the warden, and anyone intervening gets executed on the spot.
I never before thought that I'd end up in this place. I'll go back and recount my tale for you, Maybe I'll pinpoint where it all
went wrong...
After hours of carefully manouvring the car through the crippled, busy streets of Old geelong I'd just managed to pull into the main streets of Geelong. I drove carefully through kilometers of road, the traffic was slow and exaughsting. The cars were releasing excessive amounts of Carbonmonoxcide, not only harming innocent people but polluting us for years to come, An unstoppable vent of gas steaming out from the exauhst pipes of these cars and trucks had no place on our roads, as it should be.
End of part 1 (add part 2 here when done)
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I would put an insert in here, but it adds up to be a short story 
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