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Person 2AAB seems to be in a perfectly stable condition, showing no signs of health deterioration. Said person has a very unlikely chance of trying to escape. However, person mentioned has a very intelligent mind, and could formulate a plan to escape if we're not careful. Keep a close eye.
Person 3AAB also is very similar to Person 2AAB, showing no signs of any health issues. Person aforementioned has a very low possibility of being able to formulate a good plan to escape.
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And finally, our latest addition - Person 2ABB is very unreliable. It seems that she has lashed out at one of our guards, and is quite uncontrollable. May need sedatives every day.
So I conclude that our plan will have to be delayed due to Person 3AAB.
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