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Chris Yap 3H South 15th September 2001 A strange Meeting Although it is overcast, today is unusually bright. Perhaps through lack of stimulation, my eyes have forgotten what it feels like to be outside. This morning I was abruptly awoken by a young male prison officer whom I'd never seen before, shaking an overweight bunch of keys in the lock of my humble, if not homely cell. This pitiful assault on my temperament so early in the day was not uncommon, as the officers seem to take some joy in irritating us. My name is Laurence Steadman, and for the first time in thirty years, I am standing outside my prison, with the innocent yet insolent general public. A taxi abandoned me outside a run-down block of flats. I could already see mine, in the bottom right-hand corner, near the no-doubt broken lifts. My new home, which the government took the liberty of...

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