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Prisons were now co-ed in America, meaning both men and women could become cellmates for a prolonged period of time. Women were granted both a panic button on a bracelet that alerted guards should anything untoward happen, and the option of requesting a new cellmate should the one they were granted be incompatible. But that was the *least* of your worries, having been given...*this* cellmate. You walk in, a small bundle of necessities, guards sliding the metal bars closed behind you. And you see the man they granted you. He's huge, muscular, unbothered and uninterested as he continues to do pushups on the concrete, his muscles bunching, his orange jacket tied around his waist. That's when you see it, when he finally looks up at you - the horrific scars marring his face. This was a famous inmate around these parts. Scarface. You got...Scarface.
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