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I am a middle child. I have an older brother (another but he was put up for adoption at birth) and a Angry Black Cat T Shirt My brother was the subject of an investigation prior to my birth (I think might have been around my birth). It was believed he may have been a missing child from a region where my mother had moved from. He looked similar to the child and even had similar birth marks but the investigation ruled it wasn’t the same child. Granted this was prior to me even being born and details are slim but given the technology at the time (brother is 39 or 40 for time reference) I have grown to question the finding of the investigation. So many aspects bring questions and I know the child still remains missing. My sister I have no questions of. I was old enough (8… 8 years between me and my brother and my sister) that I recall the pregnancy and seeing my sister as a newborn at the hospital. She does however suffer from mental illness and ran away at 15. She stole over $18k worth of jewelry and cash and disappeared. She was gone almost a year before being found. She was found with a boyfriend (I use this term loosely because of what I know). The boyfriend had been questioned and his residence searched on several occasions but in the end it was where she was found. Her slip was being spotted over a hundred miles away by someone that knew her and her bf. With these two aspects of my life I have zero doubt someone can go 20 years without being found. Maybe not so much today but it was much easier in the past.
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At the jail I was in they provided us with basic hygiene items, but Angry Black Cat T Shirt were like hotel toiletries. If you wanted a full size bottle of shampoo/conditioner you had to get it on commissary – and pay $3 for the same bottle of shampoo you can get at dollar tree. Similar markups for everything else, cheapest they could get but extortionately overpriced. We got a pillow. The “outside” time was an area maybe 30’x30′ surrounded by 4 walls with chain link across the top. There was a basketball hoop but no ball. Somehow there was a tennis ball on top of the chain link and every time we were out there we were like “man I wish I could get that ball.” It was basically just a fresh air hour. They would provide us with sanitary pads but if you wanted tampons you had to buy them. Or, we’d combine all our shares of pads and make our own tampons out of them, but that was risky because they’d get confiscated if they found them during a shakedown. We weren’t allowed to have any hair ties that we didn’t bring in with us – I had one taken that someone gave me before she got out. Or we’d make them out of the top elastic of a sock, but those would also get confiscated. We’d use an empty tiny shampoo bottle to try to focus the stream in the shower because the head was so calcified it sprayed everywhere but, you know, they’d confiscate that too. Once a week theyd drop off some single blade lady bic razors if we wanted to shave but they’dcome back for them in like 30 minutes so it was a mad dash if more than a couple girls wanted to not be beastly that week. Trying to shave quickly in a shitty dark shower was a good way to start a blood bath. They brought cleaning supplies to mop and wipe down the tank every morning and we were mostly pretty good about that, since whoever cleaned got to pick the TV channels for the day. One “tank mom” would clean every morning, she just wanted to watch Sunday football and Family Guy when it was on.
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