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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021
Submitted to Contest #104
Β Pain. That was the first thing he could remember. A sharp painful blow to his head. But that was all he could remember. Nothing else. No name, no birthday, no favorite pringles flavor, nothing. He examined his surroundings. A dark prison cell. He was all alone. "Aw, dang it!" he said to himself "No roomates." He chuckled to himself. He thought that was pretty funny. He then noticed a strange dry feeling on his hands, like when there's dirt you can't wash off. He looked down and screamed "WAUGH!" There was dried blood all over his hands...
I am very handsome. And hungry. I'm gonna go get a snack
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