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about her. I’ve seen the ugliness that is
Officer Frieda Turner.
She slips the small envelope through
the bars, and it lands on the floor at my
feet. I wait for her to walk away before
I make any attempt to move toward the
letter. I look at the white envelope lying
on the grimy concrete floor, and I can't
help but feel that it's misplaced. It’s not
from Sin, although she has written me a
letter a week since I’ve been here. I have
