thirty nine
I've been here now 2 days, I'm already missing home. I suppose it's not as bad as a real prison. We have quite comfortable beds and warm blankets. We have a little bath room, not like I'm used to, but it'll do. I haven’t been allowed visitors yet, I must be here 5 days apparently. I have a new roomie! Not the way I suppose I wanted to meet her but oh well. She's 23, black hair, olive skin and has a 1-year old son. I knew she didn't have any family to take care of her baby boy since she grew up in foster care going back and forth family's. She never spoke about her dad of her child, even though I asked a few questions I knew she didn't like the topic, so I would leave it. "So how long you in here for again?" She asked. She would always ask me that, she must have a bad memory because I
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