Prologue; Insides

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the peak of a ¨heatwave¨, and the strong and pungent smell of bleach, strong cleaning products, and artificial floral scents will burn the hair from your nostrils after two hours of it whiffing in your face and clinging onto your poor clothes, ¨We're here, now hurry up and get inside so we can leave.¨ The guard said clutching tightly onto her cattle prod while glaring at me as if i'm the scum collected from beneath her boots, walking into my room that I share If you grew up being raised solely by the Government to be a weapon for war, would you do it happily to protect your country, or would you rather have your child that you promised to love and cherish take your place? Well, if you choose to send your beloved child to take your place, I hope your life becomes a living hell for all years to come.

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