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By Kathleen Horton.
She looked from the cold stone walls, over to the dismal barred window. She lay herself down on the cold thin mattress, upon her bunk. She then pulled a photograph from underneath her pillow; it was a picture of two young women smiling. One was taller than the other, and had dyed black hair, with vibrant green eyes. The other was a perfect vision of beauty. She was slim, slightly shorter than the other, with shoulder length brown hair and soft blue eyes. She then turned the photo over. On the back of the photo was a hand written message.