Homosexual correction camp: p5

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I stared at the officer outside the window and sighed. "Bye moth-" "GET OUT ALREADY!" ... With that I left. I followed the officer to a car and buckled in. "Not a very social person." "Just another thing to add FAG." ... I felt more tears swelling up in my eyes and just closed them, hanging my head. Once we got there I got out to see a small building. "Homosexual correction camp." I read allowed. "So here it is." "The shit hole I'm supposed to live in for two months." The police officer grabbed my shoulder roughly, bruising it, and a wicked grin plastered on his face as he tossed me into the building. It was grey and white. No color except the slight blue pigment on the glass windows. 

  I was given a key to three places. Two rooms and a dorm. I walked up to the dorm. I inserted the key. Well.... here we go. 

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