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CHAPTER EIGHT.

I don’t need to be told twice. Grabbing a tray, I pile it with food like a starved animal and top it off with a glass of orange juice. I haven’t had a proper meal in...well, six years or more. A long time. The other inmates haven’t shown up yet, so I take advantage of the quie...

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