Submitted by Lonesome1 last June 12th 2009, 04:06 AM

Here's the rest of it as promised
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The next day I reported to the council room as required.
"Mornin!" I said brightly.
"Where are your camp oriented clothes?" one of the counsellors asked as i sat down adjusting my trip pants and rainbow sleeveless t-shirt and my favorite multi-colored arm socks and a pair of flip flops.
"Those hideous grey rags?" I sneered "I threw them away before i left the house ... I wouldn't be caught dead in that garbage!"
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Submitted by Lonesome1 last June 10th 2009, 05:06 AM

This story is as accurate as is possible with the least change possible the names are true with the exception of the counsellors who, for the sake of their profession, I've altered.

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I shifted in the bus seat as it bounced along the country dirt road.
'Why me?' I thought to myself, 'why am i the one thats going to a reformity camp?'
My thoughts turned to that hot spring evening, my body began to tingle as the memories of what I'd done flashed b