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............. Harlow ............. I sit up hearing the guards coming as they bang on the bars, their signature move. It’s how they wake us up. We get to our feet before they even emerge from our view and start forming the line. We know the drill. The person in front starts to move and we follow suit as he opens the bars, but he orders us to stop and we do. He enters, signaling the guys in front to step back, scrunching his nose in disgust as he does before walking further into the cell, looking around as if he’s looking for someone. “You,” he says, pointing at me and my heartbeat accelerates, scared of what he’s going to say next. “Come with me,” he orders and I swallow hard looking back at Irena, tears instantly pooling in my eyes to find her eyes mirroring mine. “Move b***h!” he