Fiction | June 01, 1992

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I did time at Fairhope Men’s Correctional Facility in Pennsylvania.  Not hard time. Time.  I thought wanting something bad enough was all that it took.  I thought a move or two would put me int he clear, where no one could touch me.  I was young and stupid and I didn’t know anything, but  by the time I realized that, it was too late.

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