The
rules are the same. I can’t open the door. I can’t leave. I can’t kill anyone.
The
only difference is, I don’t set the rules anymore. Guards in grey uniforms do.
It is everything I never wanted and everything I always deserved. I write to
you now, from a prison cell. My home for the next twenty to thirty years.
That’s
the going term for murder.
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