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November 24, 2016
I thought I could tell how far I'd go when I was released, but I was wrong. Don't like being wrong. The traffic lights changed. Their rhythm was off. Someone had moved them when I wasn't looking. Thought that was mean. Then something happened. I began to take to the new rhythm. I fought against it. I was told to fight it, although I can't remember who said that. Maybe it was no one. I'm on a strange new road now. It's heading in a direction I'm unfamiliar with. No matter. I've yielded so far, and so far so good.