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Sep 2013
"I realy don't care if you forgive me. If your disappointed in me or even mad. The adrelaline was amazing and fun. You shouldn't blame me for wanting that, because I am young. All you ever do was always trying to lock me up. Can't you see that I hate being restrained? I hate being treated like a little child? * I HATE EVERYTHING YOU DO!!!*

A tear rolled down her face, but she quickled wiped it away. She hung up the phone and walked away without looking back.

I placed the phone back and was taken back to my comfy cell.
Ruth
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Ruth  America
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