Title: Valgfritt

Text: The hearing room was small, the same gray cinder block as my cell. There was a table for the parole board, another for me and my lawyer, and some folding chairs along the wall for witnesses. I had to wear a leg iron, hooked to an eyebolt in the floor, but at least they didn't cuff me. The room was too warm, close enough quarters I wondered if Wavy would be able to smell me. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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