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Day two

Lunch time. Great. Charlie had a bad cough and I told him I'd bring him some chicken noodle "soup."
Of course, he didn't listen.
But, it's the thought that counts. Right?
I get my chicken noodle "soup" and sneak out of the lunchroom.
I've gotten used to the hallways and know how to get to and from many places without getting caught.
I get to my jail cell and slowly open the door.
I see Charlie shaking on the bed, his hands smelly and dirty.
"Charlie? I brought you some 'soup'"
"Day two, it's day two. One more day!" He said hysterically.
"Huh?"
Oh shit. His plan.

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