Sure, Larry Connaught saved my life--but it was how he did it that forced me to murder him! I am sitting on the edge of what passes for a bed. It is made of loosely woven strips of steel, and there is no mattress, only an extra blanket of thin olive-drab. It isn't comfortable; but of course they expect to make me still more uncomfortable.…
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