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4vonlea said:
I'd find myself the best defense attorney money could buy and get released on R.O.R. I'd frantically get out of dodge, take with me what trafficked drugs of mine weren't obtained 由 police, hijack an airplane and fly to Cuba, where I would spend the following seven years living under the false identity of Lupe Hernandez. I would behave coldly, ruthlessly, introvertedly. I wouldn't trust anyone, everyone would be an enemy and I'd have no qualms about going to any extent to stop anyone who would try stopping me.Until, at one point I'd meet a charismatic, handsome man 由 the name of Esteban Chavez, who would subsequently warm my cold, dead 心 and teach me how to feel. I'd fall in 爱情 with him and marry him. Little would I know, though, Esteban would turn out to be a fraud, a no-good secret informant, having been 给 a 最佳, 返回页首 priority, highly classified undercover job 由 the CIA, come to gain my trust, apprehend me and transfer me back to the states so that I could pay for my crimes. With an unforgiving court, I would be looking at twenty to life and with the bang of a gavel, I'd be promptly loaded onto a bus that would transport me to San Quentin. Still heartbroken and surrounded 由 detriment, the 分钟 would seemingly stretch on in that cold cell. Ostracized and not fitting into any cliques, over the years, as each 日 passes I'd feel 更多 and 更多 lonely, developing a deep-rooted feeling of self-resentment in spite of myself. Still having unwavering faith in Esteban, I'd occupy myself and dwindle the time away 由 写作 letters to him each day, 写作 about how much I miss him, the places we can travel together when I'm released, and simply about the monotonous going-on's of my day. Not having the strength to send them out though, the letters would continuously pile up. Every night in my dreams, Esteban would come to me and for a little while I would end up feeling a little less lonely.
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