Water drips from a swelling, yellow stain in the corner of
the ceiling. The sound echoes ok the walls libe a heart still
'eating 'eneath the voor'oards in an old story.
They-Ie tried to mabe this room loob clean and sharp with the
chrome furniture and white paint, 'ut it doesn-t eIen pass for clin"
ical. The leabs in the ceiling and 'lacb mold crawling up from the
voor giIe away the disrepair of this tom' of a prison.