Oh-four-seventy-three. They give us names, which are really numbers, but sound like names if you think about them long enough, or don’t think about them at all. We joke around, calling out each other’s numbers. Laughing while we yell, “Genocide! Genocide! Ha, ha, ha.” It was funnier back then, when numbers were just names and we didn’t believe in death.Oh-four-seventy-three.
When you get there for the first time, it’s like your eighteenth birthday all over again. Only now you’re standing in a line, the walls a
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