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It feels like it’s been hours since the doctor left, and I did exactly as I was told. I ate the food and I dressed in the grey sweats, and sweater, put on the socks, and oversized boots, which baffled me completely as to why I needed them and all the undergarments in the bag, and now I’m pacing my cell wondering if I imagined they had any importance. Maybe he really was just being thoughtful and giving me items to aid comfort, and I was looking for something that was not there because I am so desperate for an out. I rummaged the bag, and food, wondering if maybe he left some sort of something, like a key card for me, and came up with nothing except confusion, convincing myself I imagined it completely.