RennyStyle
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An hour passed before Tricia could bring herself to her feet, clean herself off and finally put her uniform back on. She didn't feel any compulsion to do anything. The dark room was barely big enough for her to spread her arms out, and the metal bunk was harder than the concrete floor. The lanky woman tried to lie down, but her feet hung off the end of the bed. She curled up and closed her eyes, wondering if she could be lucky enough to sleep through her internment in solitary.