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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

Personal Ad

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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Hey Circle,

I was glad to hear from you guys.  I guess you could say it was nice to hear from you for yes, you guys are the only ones I hear from.

I want to thank you for the letter from Arline, for she sounds cool.  I hope she likes my letter.  I did try to call you guys, but the heartline was disconnected when I tried.  I guess you could say I need to find a way to break it to Arline that I’m in Prison.  I could still work it out for her to call me for as long as I have money and she had money I could set it up – she calls my Mom the same time as me.  God bless speaker phones.  You know how it is.  I guess the best way to let Arline know where I am is you would have to tell her where I am, after that, I can tell he anything she’d like to know.  I’ll send you another picture for her.

I still await my letter from Crystal, but I don’t hold my breath, for if I did I might die first. (LOL.)  I guess I will let you guys go for now.  Stay safe and I will keep you in my prayers.

Your brother,

Father Joel Dudley, ULC

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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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