My captors continue to torment me - beginning with the banging on my door at 5:30 in the morning, cold showers and forced marches to nowhere through the hot, steamy jungle. My only sustenance is the cruel gruel of mantioch. I fear I am slowly being poisoned. When will it end? To what do I owe this cruel fate? Ah yes, it was my once best friend in whom I trusted. I was seduced into a lurid trap with visions of granduer. The horror, the horror!! (note to self: trust NO ONE!)
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