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“New Yorkers, we need you out of your cells. It’s time for a shake-down,” said one corrections officer.
“What do we owe this pleasure to? We just had a shake-down two weeks ago,” said John.
“We’re tightening up security,” said another guard.
Officer Wooley came walking down the hall and stopped at the New Yorker’s cell. “I’m here, boys,” she said as she put on her gloves.
John, Mike, and Martin exited their cell. The guards started to throw everything out of the cell. Officer Wooley looked under the bed and in the books for knifes and contraband. John started to sweat, as he didn’t want the officer to find his stash of pills. Officer Wooley started to search through one of the cabinets.
“I need you to open this up,” Officer Wooley said to John.
“Yes, ma’am,” responded John as he
