yourunichase | 55. One year.

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55. One year.

You've got to be kidding me. A year. I've been here a year. What has a year gotten me? Five wardens, a fucking boatload of trauma and bullshit. The only good thing about this place is that people from home aren't here.

And I'm not a fucking vampire. God damn floods.

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Back to fucking normal, I see.

And I got three in one-fucking-month. One of 'em usually sticks.

Is there anything approaching normal on this fucking barge, Paddy-cakes?

Yeah, yeah. Did one fuck off right after being assigned to you?

...nah, but you've got to embrace the semi-normal.

I got to meet all of them at least fucking once. But nearly.

Bah. Fuck semi-normal.

I still got one to leave at them being assigned to me. An angel even.

Hey, hey. Not that it's a competition. But I got an angel demoted. Well, sorta.

How'd the hell ya manage that?

Don't think it were my doing. All I know is that he left and came back as an inmate.

I claim this as a demotion to my credit.

If it was while he wasn't here, you can't claim it.

Nice try, Paddy-cakes.

I can fucking try, because that's what it looks like, man.

I'm calling bullshit on that one.

Because you're fucking intuitive like that.

That's one word for it.

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