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Faded In the Blackout 5.1 I was naked when my father ordered the guards to shave the hair from my body. He had dragged me through the camp and taken my uniform from me; I wasn't worthy of the Schutzstaffel anymore and a part of me was glad for it, but the truth was that the air was getting colder and I feared the consequences of being without proper clothes as many of the inmates were. My hair had only recently grown back to a natural length after my injury at the front and, though I wasn't altogether vain, I felt offended when they took it from me as I'm sure many others had when it had been their turn with the razor. &Faded In the Blackout 5.1
by `zemotion
by `DenisOlivier
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"Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt" William Shakespeare
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