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The Waiting Room

the sign above the door reads waiting room the room is ordinary dimly lit like many rooms many people with white hair sit around reading old magazines with faded pictures of past glories a young woman in a white dress and white shoes walks in and takes one away into a small cell how do you feel get undressed stick out your tongue stick out your arm piss in a jar bend over get weighted get dressed go back into the waiting room until we call.

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