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Joel POV

I woke with a startle to the cell doors opening. "Shit." he grumbled. He had been doing that a lot lately. Sleeping in. And grumbling, as a matter of fact. I knew today was the day I had to return the parole paperwork to the counselor but I felt like somehow it wasn't quite ready even though I must have been through ten drafts before finalizing it. Of course, I want to get out, but now its even more so. Now, with Miranda waiting on the outside, getting paroled has placed getting paroled as a higher priority. I stepped back into the cell and grabbed my blue shirt and paperwork.

I walked down the stairs and wandered up to the front desk where the COs sat throughout the day. "Smith?" I said to the CO who had worked the floor for at least the last couple years. He was an older gentleman with gray hair and a rounded belly which won't be getting any smaller considering the amount of hostess cupcakes he eats in a day. I swear that guy has always got something in his mouth. "Whe