Miller sat, Isolated by the circumstances. He glared blankly at the white washed stone wall of his prison cell. He had a craving inside of him, a growing need for the luxuries he once had, in what now feels like another life to him.
"You know, John this world is crazy to me" Miller had spoken with a irritated edge in his voice, as if his own mind was mocking him.
"How d' ya' mean, Miller?" Jonathon questioned, blankly
"Well, it's all this exercise. These kids are being praised for spending God knows how many days exercising. I bet they don't even enjoy it"
Miller's tone had started to grow
"And then theres guys like us. We live our lives and let others live theirs. We enjoy our time and we ain't getting praise for nothing"
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