“What are you in for?”That phrase kept on rolling around in my head. I was scared I was periodically mouthing the phrase so people would clearly see what I was thinking. Or, worse, actually saying it out loud.
The room was crowded, but quiet. There was just an occasional brief sound of a conversation. Each person had the same look. Neither race, gender nor religion made a difference. I could see pretty much every type of person as I looked around. We were all one and the same – in for the same thing and all waiting for the sentence.
But I kept to myself. I never did ask anyone “What are you in for?” I already knew the answer.
Three years ago today.
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