A Newcomer’s Missteps in a Closed World of Locks and Laughter.
Rums-rums, rattle-rattle, lock-lock. “Officer, prison room …”, that’s as far as I get. The falsetto voice drops something. Decent as I am, I bend down to pick it up.
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