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Prison Cell Monologue

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Bang I don’t know what’s real anymore. I don’t know how long I’ve even been here. All I know is that I woke up on the cement floor of this prison cell, not knowing how I got here. There were thirty of us to start. Now, I am the last one. When I see them, they are in their enormous masks. Why they wear the masks all day, I still don’t know. Maybe the “masks” are for making a fashion statement, I smile at the thought of this being so absurd. My thoughts are cut off by the sound of the PA system’s screech. Red lights are dancing all over the floor outside my cell. The cell door clangs open. I sprint out of the cell without questioning why this has happened. Running down the walkway, I hear faint voices approaching. The masks are on their way.

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