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On the day my younger brother was released, I was up in Townsville to collect him; he had wasted away to nothing, and I was shocked. I gave him a hug and for some time, I was unable to speak.
“What have they done to you?” I asked, which he dismissed with a shrug. “You are coming down to stay with me while I build you up, and you get your life back together.”
“Sis, thanks for coming up. I can’t tell you how good this is.”
“Have they hurt you Dar?”
How could he smile, but he was. “No way sis, but it is b****y good to be alive and out of that place. I guess people gravitate to their own level, being a prison guard would have to be one of the most miserable occupations there is. That is the last time I am going to talk about what has been a b****y awful experience. Tell me about your l
