Hope standing on Kerry's bed. This is how I first met Hope. I hope she did not notice my jaw dropping to the ground. She was so thin, she had no recognition for you, she was like a zombee. She did not like to be disturbed. In retrospect, look at her skull, look above her eyes. See the bulge of her forehead, where the skull was likely kicked in at the pound. An eyewitness saw the warden kick Hopey in the head. We did not know that then, but we know that now.

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