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“If you spent half as much time focused on your therapy as you do on just about everyone and everything else, maybe, just maybe, you’d have a chance to earn some privileges with your parole officer. But unfortunately, you haven’t, so no, I can’t give you permission for a day out.” She looked at the older man with every ounce of her professional demeanor intact, hands folded over the top of her desk, trying so very hard not to drop her professional manner. Six months pregnant. She didn’t need anything else troubling happening.












