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Shirley The next day, I woke up feeling calm and at ease for the first time in several months. Nothing happened despite my fears and knowing that I might have been at risk. Roger never came to me and has not even bothered me. I was not expecting it, and for the first time, I allowed myself to break. I cried about what I had witnessed. I cried in relief and about how lucky I had been... I cried until no more tears could come out of me. Then, I took a deep breath and went to the shower. Gripping a set of leggings and a T-shirt, courtesy of Roger's sister, I showered again. It was a privilege I had now, a privilege denied to all my friends that I left behind in that nasty place. I heard a noise, and I decided to walk out of my room. As soon as I walked into the common areas, Roger lifte