The Padded Cellby Michael Alan Northrop
I remember the room as if it was yesterday. It was a room like no other in which I had ever before been. The cold plain manila colored vinyl covering the padding cushions gave slightly to the touch, just enough to absorb a beating. There was a deafening sound of silence as the door behind me closed. I thought to myself, "I can't believe this." Very quickly I realized
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