Saturday, Aug. 07, 2004 - 4:39 p.m.
Louise leaned her head against the cool tile and traced the graffiti with her left index finger. She sat for fifty minutes each day in seat-down door-locked silence. Her too large uniform clung to her with prickly sweat. She dreamt that one day the thick black writing would disappear, or that she would disappear. Either one would do.
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