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It's been three weeks now. Three weeks. Christmas and New Year's and I was supposed to spend those with Jack. Instead I'm here. I wish I could still believe this was all just a hallucination and my body is somewhere, pumped to the quills with drugs. Jack would find me. Still, strange thing to wish for. But no, I don't think my brain could come up with anything like this. And if it did, it'd be sure to have a better legal system.
I miss Jack. And Collin and Amy, and home. If I'm really stuck here, what's the point in dwelling on it. Be the change you want to see in the world, yadda yadda. This place needs some serious changing.
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[ Cameron is sitting in the middle of her room on the floor, heavy books strewn around her and a notebook in front of her. She's tapping a pencil against her nose and frowning. The network device is lying next to her, but its recording goes unnoticed. ]
So. I guess murder would be as good a place to start as any.