Monday, March 1

Draft 1, part 2


I apologize for not introducing myself, how rude of me. My name is Spencer Hyde, and I work in a correctional facility, sort of. It's more of a rehab center for the aged and anonymous drug-dependents. Yes, it's kind of risky and odd but I somehow enjoy working there as a guard because I get to talk to strangers and exchange the true and false chapters of our lives short lived. Although there is one patient that I really have to keep an eye on. I won't mention his name for "privacy" reasons. He has this weird aura that makes an ordinary person break down, but I don't fall for that anymore. Everyday, a skinny, heavy make-up wearing woman visits him. It's kind of weird because they talk about the same things every day. And the lady freaks me out.


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I know, it's rough and sucky. I just pulled that out of my noggin while typing. Judge me but don't be mean. I know where you live.

END of Draft

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