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I can still recall it clearly.
The night I first met Samantha was just like any other; calm, dark and familiar.
I thought that I would soon go off to bed, and the day would have passed without any surprises.

Little did I know how wrong I was . . .

In my previous life, all my friends called me Zack.
I prefferedpreferred it that way simply because my full name: Zackary Trenton, just never sounded right to me.
Now, however, I’m known only as another worthless inmate, mercilleslymercilessly thrown together with a bunch of others just like me.

People that have commitedcommitted crimes, from which there is no return . . .