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I held onto my brother's picture smiling widely as the memories of us played through my head like a slideshow, leaning my hands onto the cold disgusted porcelain sinks sighing to myself.
I sighed underneath my teeth, stretching my arms out watching the cold liquid crash down onto my palms wetting my hands up, placing the polaroid photo into my pocket, amused of the cool water sinking into my skin.
"Woon still in the box, so i'on know if this shit gon' work out." My cell buddy, Paco, lifted his head up from the top bunk glancing down at me before hopping down feet first.
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𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 .
General FictionKey'mir Valentino, a schizophrenic victim navigates through the voices in his head while living in the brutal lifestyle of prison.