In all of my forty-two years I have not had a single sleepless night about any of the agents of the state whose deaths I witnessed or caused or could have prevented; but there is many a night when I lay awake thinking about Adele and where she is and what she is doing.
We never saw each other after that night and yet in a way she has remained a part of my life. Sometimes as I sit awake staring at the beams of orange light on this cell wall, unable to sleep and no longer able to dream, I still hear her whispering: “I want you” and I still feel the memory of the thrill coursing through my body.
We never saw each other after that night and yet in a way she has remained a part of my life. Sometimes as I sit awake staring at the beams of orange light on this cell wall, unable to sleep and no longer able to dream, I still hear her whispering: “I want you” and I still feel the memory of the thrill coursing through my body.
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