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Daughters Mothers FriendsChapter 5
When I woke, I immediately went for a shower. It felt nice to wash off all the stickiness from the night before. There was a new box with another paltry meal. At least the sandwich was peanut butter and jelly, not bologna, and there was a pear, instead of an apple. That little variety meant a lot. We also each had three different pills to take. I count myself lucky that I had three friends I could rely on to not eat my share of the food while I showered. Until I was kidnapped and...