Until Palmquist was a pale, trembling thing, a bitch that only spoke when spoken to, that would suck dick or spread his cheeks anytime some lifer snapped his oily fingers. He was such an amazing teacher that friends from other schools also taking orgo asked me for help with their homework. Sick to watch some kid putting up with that, his dignity stripped away from him day by miserable day until there wasn’t anything left when those animals were through. Romero had seen it before and it always made him sick. Maybe he already had a taste at Brickhaven, but it was going to be worse here. How it was going to be when they all started using him, passing him around like a five-dollar hooker in a lumber camp. When I sent DNA samples to genetic testing services last year searching for my birth family, I had no idea it would launch me on an adventure across three continents. He was thinking about the kid, about Palmquist, thinking how it was going to be for the little bastard when Reggie Weems and his crew started turning up the heat, started making these beatings a daily thing. Tim Wixon said he was very scared the bodies of 3 people found near Rainier were his ex-girlfriend and. There were a lot of things flying around in his head, a real shitstorm is what it was. Currans murder officially remains unsolved. Romero was laying on his bunk, thinking and trying not to. To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
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