9130 lines. I go and draw another next to yesterday’s. I look at the clock. 555Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx6lT4UevuP
21 hours 13 minutes and 19 seconds. I order eggs and toast for breakfast with a side of sausage and the others look at me through jealous eyes. I can’t believe it; I would take the brown mush they call oatmeal for every meal of my life if that meant I could see the sunset tomorrow. If only they knew how lucky they were. I take it back to my cell, not having nor caring to say any goodbyes to anyone. My taste buds rejoice at the taste of something actually edible yet are saddened by the thought that after today, they will no longer taste anything as good. I look at my last patty of sausage. 555Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw2Cn7bDu60
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The hairnet lady looked at me with disgust as she slopped a spoonful of gray mush onto my plate with a grunt. I looked at her as if she were playing some kind of cruel joke that only she thought funny. “What the hell is this shit?” I almost said but stop myself short. I solemnly walked back to my table and sit down. I picked up my spoon and put a big chunk in my mouth. Well, that was a mistake. I instantly ran to the trash and spit it up.555Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ6rhmfW508
I sat back down and started to put little spoonfuls in my mouth. So little in fact that I could almost get away without chewing it and just swallow it whole. I looked around. Others were eating it like no problem so what the hell was wrong with me? Did I get a bad bunch? Will every damn meal be like this? Unknown to me I accidently asked that part aloud and the person next to me whispered, “Yes, every damn meal.” I tried to laugh at his joke but he didn’t seem to find it funny at all. 555Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYyGXrUyo1x
19 hours 55 minutes and 28 seconds. My stomach is satisfied for the first time in years. I pick up Gone with the Wind and open it to where I left; though it doesn’t really matter I’ve read it about 100 times cover to cover. “In the dull twilight of the winter afternoon she came to the end of a long road which had begun the night Atlanta fell. She had set her feet upon that road a spoiled, selfish and untried girl, full of youth, warm of emotion, easily bewildered by life. Now, at the end of the road, there was nothing left of that girl……” I must have fallen asleep because when I awoke it was already three. 555Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDPB1qGcYUV
15 hours 4 minutes and 56 seconds. I missed lunch but that’s ok, I’m not really hungry anyway.
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