If she could have taken sitting in her hut, she would have. But the cell...see, it had the bars. Sure she could walk in or out like it was no big, but it was that idea of jail. That idea that it kept her out of the gen pop. She'd gone up to the compound and let herself in, finding not only her best buddy V-man, she had Trevor and his fuckin' mouth
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He opened his eyes when the words were uttered, and stared first up at the canopy of tees, which made no fucking sense, and then, almost apprehensively but still darkly curious, lifted his head and looked down into a pair of eyes he did not want to see.
"Fucking hell," he spat, jerking and scrambling to get up, but the ankle that was hooked with his impeded his movement, and just resulted in him flopping face first into the ground, as he kicked at Faith with an irritiated and groggy snarl.
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"Knock it off, fuckstick! What the fucking fuck?!" she growled, prepping for a fight. Another fight.
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Floundering onto his feet, he swayed and pointed an accusing finger at the woman as his face burned and reddened with a combination of anger and mortification. "The fuck is going on? This ain't the jail!"
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"Man...I think we're fucked. What the hell's going on?"
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