I was in my father's old house, my childhood home. We were back in it again after not having lived there. I was some sort of provisional prisoner or convict along with some other girls. My father (who used to work in the prison system) was keeping us there briefly on our way somewhere else. We had the run of the house. I resented being back in the
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Never be ashamed of how far you have grown.
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