I read an article on the medical journal that said one destabilizing aspect of incarceration is the constant dehumanization, Rosa. Rosa: Why are you saying my first name? Holt: Well, Rosa. So, how's the food? Holt: Pay no attention to him, Rosa. It's okay, we can still have a normal conversation. Terry: So how's prison? Rosa: Nobody likes cops in here so I had to earn their respect by starting a bunch of riots, I got thrown in solitary for a week, what's going on with your face? Terry: I hate seeing you like this so I'm flexing my eyes real hard to keep from crying.
If we're going by what I'm most passionate about, I'm a woodworker. What? Did you say "eat people"? Are you a cannibal, Caleb? Caleb: Well, that's not how I would define myself. You eat nine people, and all of a sudden they "don't know who you are anymore". My family hasn't been here to see me since the trial. 1 Caleb: At least you still have people who want to see you.
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