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January 2, 2008


Your free association word of the day is fresh.

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The chants of "fresh fish!" echoed through the halls of the prison on my first night, the moment one of my fellow new arrivals started sobbing. There were cheers all around; apparently there had been quite a number of wagers on which of us would crack first.

I wasn't sorry to disappoint those who wagered on me, as Red would later admit he had.

But it really was very simple: I did not belong here. If there were any measure of fairness in the world, I would not remain here indefinitely.

I would need help, though... Rita Hayworth might suffice.

Posted by: LJ at January 2, 2008 3:24 PM · Permalink

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