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... and no trial date, He grumbled. The scattered conversation around him faded into the background as his mind wandered. He scratched at his chest, the prison uniform was beyond uncomfortable. He scowled a little, rolling onto his side and watching the others as they milled about, waiting for rec time. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sat up, scoffing a little as two of his fellow gang members walked by and nodded to him. Seems like almost all of us were sent to corporate prisons instead of fed ...
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