Even with the mandatory early morning sessions six in the morning was way too early to have to go see a psychologist. Not being able to make things when the ideas came to me, the tight controls and regimented day, the other prisoners – yes, it beat jail. It was like a splinter in my eye something I could live through, but constantly irritating and always noticeable. ![]() But knowing she was here, that she was living it up in the luxury hotel cottage while I was stuck in this hole, that she was probably only able to afford it off the few patents I could actually qualify for and had been taken from me. But staying in jail, ruining my future, just for that. ![]() A Second Generation Whateley Academy Tale Calibration By Nagrij
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