Well folks, this is it. By this time tomorrow, I'll either be lounging comfortably in my chair, still breathing the longest sigh of relief in history, or I'll be meeting my new cellmate. Put in a word with the man upstairs for me, eh? I don't wanna' be somebody's girlfriend.
After all, there's too much hair on my tits.
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