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He takes me to another room down the hall from the jail cell. It’s a little bigger than the barred room I was just in, but at least it is cleaner. It has the distinct smell of Pine-sol mixed with the slight scent of lingering perfume. In the middle of the room, there is a metal table with two chairs slid in facing each other. The jailer pulls one out, shoves me into it, and tells me the Sheriff will be in shortly. He leaves and I hear him locking me in.
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