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Some of the abuse I endured has affected my memory. I don't think so, but then again......
The next 3 years I spent at a decrepit facility where they consolidated a bunch of us. The warden there was John Sutton. He was a vile pervert, who had way too much interest in smacking me with a board. We all were promised that we would be moved to a new facility nearby, with a new warden. Knowing I was being moved I lipped off to Sutton on my last day. My comeeuppance was as soon as I moved to the new spot, who was there to greet us, but Sutton. He had gotten transferred to the new location, I heard the one before gotten shanked, but they passed it off as a "heart attack". After a few years under Sutton's rule, we reached an uneasy understanding, and my final year I was allowed to go to a vocational education facility and learn a trade.
A couple years after my release I heard that John Sutton had died in a car crash out of state. But I got an air-tight alibi for that.
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