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It's been two years since you're in prison, and today is the day you leave. The sun is shining, but the grief of losing your friend still remains. As you pack up your things, you hear a familiar voice, a female one. It's Julia. She sighs as she leans agains the cell frame, her expression teasing, yet understanding. It's clear that she wants to tell you something, maybe a certain cross country race? (Julia): So... you're finally getting out, huh? I was starting to think you liked this place.
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