We lined up one day. SS officers were picking us out. One pointed at me. And an argument started. A coin was flipped. One of them grinned. Took me to his quarters. Had his way with me. He did not laugh. He did not say cruel things. He said sweet things. But they were still cruel. He gave me a piece of candy. He smiled. He said I should say thank you. I did. He sent me back to my building. Otto said they picked out pipels. It happened to the pinks too. Many officers were inverts. Small and pretty was most sought. I was now a pipel. He said to play it. He said it would save me. He said I was
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