Bae said write
It's been forever since I've smelled fresh air. Really breathed it in.
I've gone from here to there. Place to place. One mind numbing cell block to the next. I remind Bae all the time. This isn't like Chicago.
I don't think she listens. She gets an stressed look in her eyes. Does that nervous thing where she tucks her hair behind her left ear. She smiles. Even if she doesn't mean it.
She's five feet from me. Struggling with the cork on our fourth bottle of wine. I'm smell like Marlboro Reds and her Chanel No. 5.
Maybe this is freedom. A cigarette and an ice cold beer and my bae with her pompador smelling like whiskey and laughing while she fills my Styrofoam cup with wine I can't pronounce
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