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... tos, if shadows could also wink and look fabulous while walking—when the correctional officer’s voice came crashing through the cavern air like a drunken god clearing his throat.
"Lunch break!" he bellowed, gruff, rude, and so flatly authoritative that I could practically see the words themselves marching in formation out of his mouth. I swear, if his tone had a smell, it’d be burnt coffee and cigarette ash. The sound bounced around the stalactites and into my skull, rattling around with ...
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