It was incredibly stressful because I could never remember my lines. I tried to speed-read them, but they had all been hidden throughout the articles of a Reader's Digest magazine.
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Every prison takes its certain shape. Some cages are gilded, some barren, some empty and dead. Some exist in wilderness, in solitude under the open sky. Some are clear, others not so much. A lifetime spent without purpose. A purgatory awaiting death. A sentence suspended. Painful care taken at every turn.