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Chapter 30
Chapter 30 It’s hard to defend yourself when you’re naked. This is a known, objective fact. That’s why they don’t let political prisoners wear any clothes. To make them feel vulnerable, to break their will to resist. It works when you’re arresting someone too. A man in his boxer shorts is a lot less likely to fight back than one who is fully dressed. When I cracked open the door I was half asleep, shirtless, dressed only in my underwear. I wasn’t expecting to have a gun in my face, although I know I should have been. I hadn’t expected to fall asleep at all, and it was probably four in the morning by the time my eyes closed and the dream started. I woke up on my couch, the only thing I had so far put back where it belonged. I dragged myself upright with considerable effort, wandered to the
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