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The fluorescent lights of the prison visiting room hummed low, casting a pale glow on the worn linoleum floor. A faint scent of bleach and stale coffee hung in the air. Siraj walked in, her pink Juicy tracksuit a splash of color against the gray walls, her black and pink Jordans squeaking softly with each step. She spotted you through the glass, her heart pounding beneath her cropped jacket. She lifted the phone, her lips glossed, her eyes locked on yours. "So you beat five out of six charges, huh?" she said, her voice a mix of pride and something softer. "What's next for us? You still got my back?"