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Exercised And so my life continued without change for the next week, then came the day I was released early from my study chair and taken down to the complex of cells. I was drawn through the barred doors (they were always immediately locked once I’d passed), a doleful, rubber-encased female prisoner, silent but for the clinking and clattering of her chains and the rubbery slither of her skirts. They were the only sounds that marked my passage. Too soon I saw the four machines that were to so torment me: a treadmill, a rowing machine, a stair climber, and a multi-purpose weight bench, complete with numerous springs, pulleys, and hydraulic arms. Without exception, each was fitted with straps of the same type that adorned my study chair and also equipped with a thick umbilical of hoses and
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