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Recidivism I was free from prison but now confined to my neighbors stares. They watched me as a stranger, a crook about to steal, and a failed human being. I couldn't take their judgments. I broke into a local liquor store and got drunk. I was happily arrested without bail and hidden from society's eyes forever. "The Amazing 55 Word Story Contest"
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