The stark white cinderblock wall vibrated with the jeers of two-dozen depraved inmates. The shower water was beginning to lose what little warmth it had had to begin with. It had been a month since I last felt the soothing warmth of a free man's shower. I did my best to remember, but the echoes of the evil voices around me kept me anchored in
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