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« on: September 10, 2018, 04:18:34 AM »

              "I can't remember who was with her and or what he looked like", I told the man across from me. He just sat there staring at me and nodding off every so often. As boring as I may have been to the poor guy  recalling the story helped me figure out why I was sitting on a concrete slab in an orange jumpsuit. "It all went black when I turned the lights on." I carried on recapturing the story. "I do remember a scream, a loud caboom and another, and then silence." I looked down at my finger... no ring. Ahhh, yea that's right, I didn't want it to get bloody so I slid it off. It's funny thinking about it now, I cared about something that signified a love that never existed. At least to her it didn't. Shhhbooom, the piercing bang of the cell block door rattled me from my thinking. "Phillips!" The gentleman across from me jottled when he heard the name. Standing up and walking out, I read on the back of his jumpsuit "Phillips...Crook County.....#37405." 
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