Soulful words are merry instruments.

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No… wait… no no….. wait. It’ll happen…. wait…. no no no!I still don’t understand how I was the only one who could hear Harper scream at his self lockdown to sun up. It was explained to me-some about acoustics- by some computer hacker that been doin ten for drug charges. It was always the same, though: I’d hear scribbling and Harper cursing

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Where fury became a monopoly.

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An’ he looked at me, with those eyes tellin’ me I don’ understand nothin’. An’ he right.

Crazy son of a bitch begged to look through the pages an’ read it. Dared me. But I cain read none. And by the looks in his eyes and even how the words looked to me, I was real glad for it.

But he jess kep’ on doin’ that. Beggin’ me, an’ beggin’ me.

Finally he calm, but it took a long time, see. An’ he grabbed the notebook an’ went off by hisself again.

- Peg Johnson, inmate.