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From his top bunk I could feel him trying to climb in and out of his non-existent sheets. They don’t give you sheets in jail, the only real acceptable place where an adult can call a bunk-bed home.

Let’s define the term irony, shall we?

It makes you a primate.

To act or not to act: That is the question.

This was not what I’d planned for my life…