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Anne: Corrections, Children, and Trucks

Michelle and I are sent to a correctional facility because we had fines on overdue library books and had our library cards confiscated. The correctional facility is an open parking lot at a shopping plaza. All of the shops are closed down except for one. The open shop is about the size of a Kroger with bookshelves lining the walls. In the middle are cots which I am assuming are where we sleep along with the others. Everyday, Michelle and I are required to checkout an I-Spy book from the bookshelves and return it to receive a pink slip that the librarian on staff must sign. We turn this slip in everyday to show that we are responsible.


The facility is mostly occupied by children aged 5-10. They're rambunctious which annoys me. There is also an older woman probably about 70 that sits on a park bench and keeps to herself because she has no one to relate to.

Michelle and I pick out our books for the day and get our pink slips. As I am walking to a nearby watchtower (I'm assuming this is the main office and lookout so we don't escape), I accidentally drop my slip. A little brunette girl with braided pigtails snatches up my slip and tries to run off with it. I grab her wrist and scold her.

"No! You do not take things that aren't yours! God, why do you have to always act like the annoying baby sister!" I yell.


Suddenly, I hear AC/DC playing in the background. Two black monster trucks with green Monster Energy logos pull up. Two men looking to be in their mid-30s hop out. They are total bros. They are wearing black wife beaters to show off their giant arm muscles achieved only by steroid abuse. One immediately groans, "Dude, there's no hot chicks here at all! I wanted hot babes in lingerie. What are we supposed to do here for 8 months?" Michelle and I do the biggest eye rolls.



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