Another day in the west wing...getting up early, giving them blood, giving them patience to bear all those medical things.... she was bored but tried to look nice... tried to look hopeful for the upcoming release... just another night, this night, just another day and an half and she could have come back to her cell... yes, back but she missed all her beloved Sunday stuff....morning walk at the beach with friends, downtown meeting with friends in the afternoon.....nothing....always more gloomy and angry....daylight faded away and her medicine were over for that day...anyway she was feeling lonely, far and out...even if she was dramatically in, inside a prison....
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