Three chapters, on the other hand, is a very long time. It is a longer time than I spent in my foster home. It is a longer time than I spent visiting the gas station. It’s even a longer time than I spent in childhood, which was covered in only about two sentences. Why so long in prison? At that moment, I was struggling with the same question. Few things are more maddening than forced inactivity, and I had been forced into inactivity for two entire chapters. True, I’d had some good, deep, personal revelations—however, the time for those had passed. I would almost rather have been tied to an
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