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ROXY
I could testify orange was definitely not the new black.
Note to self: burn every piece of orange clothing I had as soon as I got my clothes out of storage.
For the first few weeks of my sentence for drunk driving, I spit fire. It probably protected me. I gave off such a hostile vibe. Other women in the slammer left me completely alone. My reputation was of a badass without me having to prove it, other than the fact I didn’t speak.
To anyone.
Except my shrink. Those appointments I couldn’t weasel out of as they were supposed to help with my “rehabilitation.” By the second month, I surprised myself by actually looking forward to my sessions. My counselor asked me about my background and family history, and when I shared my sister Chloe’s experience of being diagnosed with bipol
