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Chapter 2: Cost of freedom
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... d now there were twisting needles running from his bladder down into his balls and up into his gut. He couldnt piss himself. Not with his family with him and the whole town watching. Waiting to see what the gods chose for him.
Max was still thin. Weathered from working with his dad on the sheep farm. The smell of lanolin never quite left his clothes and hands. He wanted to smell like bread and have a life with Nancy.
After hundreds of hours of kneading, folding, and rolling out d ...
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