⍟ 12
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The human rolled over on the stiff cot, sitting up to stretch out her newly-sore back before opening her eyes. It was only then that she realized she was somewhere else, somewhere she certainly shouldn’t have been. “Fuck, where—?” Georgia started to herself before hearing someone else breathe nearby and catching sight of a woman evidently sharing the cell with her.
“W-What’d I do?” she stuttered to Melody, trying to think of anything she’d done that could’ve landed her in a jail cell recently. “It was just a fucking pencil! I don’t even want it, I can give it back... Guess that’s the American justice system.”










