"Fiends, all of you!", shouted Rotunda as she violently ripped the pillowcase in two. "It's time to do your own friggin laundry! What am I, chopped liver??"
The other inmates fell silent. It was not often that Rotunda lost it, no, in fact, upon interview, none of the other women could properly recall another time, save of course that one day in which she toppled over all the vending machines in the Commissary just for that one last bag of chips that hung in the spiral thing, like a
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