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I do not look good in orange. But for now, it’s the color I’m wearing.
The harpies didn’t ask any questions once they landed. They just arrested all of us. When I found myself sitting across from Greg in an intake room, his only question was. “Mavis, I know why, but also why? I trusted you. I...I...I…” Tears glittered in his eyes for a moment before he got himself back under control. “Can you help me find a reason to keep you from being locked up?”
No, I couldn’t, it turns out. And that was fine, because there wasn’t anything that could be said. I’m a criminal now, looking out from the other side of the bars. I traded my bracelet in for a collar, and half the inmates that I ushered into UWR want to kill me. The truth is, they’ll probably get their chance. Even with collars to prevent
