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“Get your stuff, Inmate Wells. It’s time to go,” said an officer at the main jail, which was connected to the courthouse.
Josh Wells looked lost. It hadn’t hit him that he was being sentenced to life in prison. The prison administration placed him in protective custody, a fancy name for solitary confinement, as he could not be housed with the other inmates by law.
“Hey, Wells, don’t make me come in there. Get your stuff,” said the officer.
Josh looked up at the officer and nodded his head.
“Roll up your bed, grab your stuff, and come with me,” said the officer.
“Yes, sir,” said Josh.
“Turn around. You need to cuff up,” said the officer.
Josh walked to the door.
“Turn around. Come on, kid. You’d better get used to this routine. You bought yourself a one-way ticket to life in pri
