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I was having a sex dream.  Don’t know who he was but he was slowly sliding his cock into me.  I was slowly getting wetter.  In fact when I woke up I had wet undies.  I was right on the verge of orgasm when I hear a knocking on the door.  Fuck.

Now, I am sitting ere in my 8′ by 10′ two-person cell at 1:00 a.m.  I am writing letters to people who never write back.  So, I might as well stop writing to them for they have forgotten about me.  Nobody cares.  Feel like nobody loves me on the outside, like they don’t have time for me.

There is a lot of shit going on in here.  There are guards who play favoritism to inmates or as we prefer to be called “residents.”  To top it all off they took all of our crocheting and knitting stuff and anything that we had in progress.  Pisses me off something wicked.

I really want some guys to write me.  I can skype, and I love writing and recieving the dirtiest letters.  My ultimate fantasy is to have one cock in all three of my holes and to have both of my nipples being sucked on at the same time.  What’s yours?

Love,

Arline

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Hey, Circle.

I want to thank you for keeping in touch with me all this time.  I love to get mail and to have people to write to and actually write back, you know?

The only reason I hear from my family is when I call or when something happens, you know, like people get hurt or hospitalized, yadda, yadda.  I call and talk to my son a few times a week and I write to him a few time a week also.  I keep a journal that I write to him everyday and sometimes even more than once a day.

I can honestly say that I haven’t heard from his (the victim’s family) at all.  I can bet that when the time comes for me to get released from here and if any of his family is still living I bet they will be here boycotting the release of a crazy murderer, you know.

You guys take care and I am going to write the paragraph that I would like for you to post on Craigslist for me.

Love,

Arline

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I want someone to love me for me, with all of my idiosyncrasies.  I don’t care what you have done as long as you don’t judge me for my past either.  I want people to accept that I have a child and I am in prison for a substantial amount of time.  I want someone to be able to come see me and even continue to see me after I get out and maybe, have a life with me and only God can judge.

You know my name, NOT MY STORY!!!!!!

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Robin,

As far as my family goes, I don’t know what I might had done, but I guess they are all mad at me or something. Yeah, they didn’t send me a card for Mother’s day and I haven’t gotten a letter from my mom or my son.

I had a girlfriend in here since November, but she left in May to go to rehab. She wrote to me, but I still miss her. I am making a blanket with her name on it. I get to have a blanket, shower bag, make up bag wash clothe and a pair of slippers. I think we an also have three pairs of homemade socks also. My son is with my mom and he has been.

I guess you could say I have an attitude like a dove. I wish that I could have a dove again. You said there is a pic on facebook of me with purple hair. Can you look up stuff like pics and stuff? If you can my pics of my doves are on there.

Well, talk to you later.

Lawless.

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Hey Circle,

Sorry it has been a while since I have written.  I am good.  I guess you could say I am happy.  Just my family has pretty much given up on me.  I haven’t been able to talk to my son since God knows when.

I have been crocheting with thread, grappling pictures and stuff.  I love birds.  I have seen a fat little bird going to the dentist.  A red hawk, some crows and of course, seagulls.

If I could be a bird I would be a dove like “Pietrie,” my dove that my little man found in a mud puddle.

Well, write back.

Lawless

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Dear Circle,

I love birds. I can write to you about them if you want to hear it. I raise doves. In addition, the place where we were we made a room for doves. We put hay down; they had a spot so they can multiply. A big water container and a big thing of food. Of course I was in there with them all the time. They had a birdbath that I paid $50 for.

Well, I guess I can tell you about my doves. Damien my son was about two years old. He kept saying “birdie, mama. Birdie, mama.” I said, “yeah we live in Rockland there are all kinds of birds.” Now after the third time of Damien saying “Momma, birdie.” I was changing the oil in my car. Then I got it off and the oily black stuff came out on me. I was not mad at Damien, just a little pissed off that I got the lug nut off.

Therefore, I took his jacket off and Damien keeps going “Momma, birdie. Momma, birdie.” Therefore, I put in “Rio” the child’s movie and put him in his playpen and I took my shower. The whole time I was in the bathroom , he kept yelling “Momma, birdies.” Therefore, I came out and heard this whining and his jacket was moving. I was, “What the fuck did he drag home this time.” I picked up a baby dove. Damien found the baby in the mud puddle. He asked we keep. I said, Sure, we can talk more after I talked about the baby dove and her name was “Peitrie” We didn’t know she was a female until she laid eggs.

From: Arline

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Well,

My son had anticlastic shock about two weeks ago so I had to put all  my money so I could sing his lullaby that I wrote for him.  They called his father, then his new wife, and then they called my mom.  David (my ex-husband) was livid that the school didn’t call him first.  Well, my mother said that his cellphone was in the truck and so was hers.  Mom said that they were lucky that they could get a hold of me.  He could’ve died.  His oxygen went from 99 to 72.

There fore we have to try a bunch of things that he might be allergic to.  We think that one thing that he might be allergic to is tomatoes.  He had spaghetti the night before his scare.  Then he had tomato soup and grilled cheese.  They are not letting him have cheese, whole grain bread (only white.)  No tomato stuff, no pizza, beefaroni, ketchup, nothing tomato.  Also, no peanut butter and jelly.

On Wednesday he has to have an M.R.I. Thursday the eye doctor to see if he damaged his optic nerve.  You know with his oxygen level dropped so low.  Then on Friday he has to go see an allergy specialist.  Then the Monday after he has to go and see a neurologist.

From: Arline

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When I am reading or crocheting, I just can’t put it down  In addition, the books I have been reading are “The House of Night” series.  There were 15 books in that series.  I have one more to read and I have to wait until the last book in the series comes in.

I have one little boy.  Well, he’s ten, but he will always be my baby boy.  I have a mother that is going in for the sleeve/stomach operation. My step sister has a lap band on her stomach.

My mom has a shattered pelvis on the right side and she told me that she couldn’t be walking with all this extra weight on two bum legs.  She has the left side paralyzed – she had three strokes and she was told that she would never walk without a walking device.  Well, she was walking down my Mimi and Bampy’s hallway.  She was using the wall to keep her balance but she was doing it.

I’m sorry for talking about my mom, I have a lot going on in my life and I would love to be let our just for this week..Like come, pick me up, and bring me back on Sunday.  That is the only difference I would come back.  I fell like I did my crime and I think I should do my time.

I could use a pen pal!

From: Arline

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Here’s what I think about these sex offender programs they have up here.

I saw this thing on tv along time ago, where they interviewed some of the midgets who’d been on the Wizard of Oz as munchkins.  And the midgets were like; “I never knew there were so many of us!  It was like a wonderland!”

So these programs get all of these perverted child molesters from all over maine and put them in a dorm all together!  And I figure that they’re like the munchkins in the Wizard of Oz: “I never knew there were so many of us!” And, “At last a place where I’m normal and I’m not a freak!”

And yeah, there are groups where they get to talk about their pervertedness.  To cure them.  Then, when they get out, they have this ready made network of other child molesters that they met and cemented friendships with while in prison!  They’ll never have to feel alone again.

That’s my take on it.

Sue

Well,

here I am at the women’s correctional center, up at Windham Prison.  I got sentenced back in September.  I got nine years all suspended but 18 months and four-year probation.

I don’t care for the levels, you spend about 21 hours in your room.  There’s three levels and on level three you can stay out until midnight.  I’m already in a double cell.  I have a very good roommate.  She’s negro and a lesbian.

I can’t wait for classes to start.  I signed up for three of them.  They now have a pre-release for the women, but I don’t care if I go there of stay here.  They have a really good commissary and you can spend up to $100.00 and they have three different care packages that people on the outside can order you.  Next month I might have Pete order me one.  I’m really hoping to run Pete and my nephew through so they can come for a visit, the both of them held me up at county.  I know that when I get out of here I’ve got to buckle down and behave myself.  I’ve got a lot of time hanging and certainly don’t want to go back to county.

Boy, there’s room restriction crazy here, a lot of women are doing room restriction.

I can’t wait until commissary on monday.  Supper was lousy tonight.  Beans, hotdogs, coleslaw, biscuit, apple, juice, water.

Please write me, guys.  I’m really hoping to hear from you.  Please!

Love,

Miss Linda

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