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Patrick Rathsack
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English C103
Fall Semester 2014
CRN #82341
Rude Beginnings
The torrential rain pounded my bald naked head as I shuffled stiffly out the door. The cold wind tore at my thin blue clothing and unbalanced me. A sheet of brisk water filled my stinging eyes as it washed over my face. I blindly stumbled toward the beckoning chow hall as a icy chill seeped into my bones. The frigid air hurt my aching lungs. My drenched prison garb clung to my rigid body; my breath escaping in great steaming gasps, as we hurriedly marched onward. It was yet another rude awakening on a dismal winter's morning in prison.
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