"There's no way for me to get a hold of my great harmonica-playing friend back there. They don't let folks like us communicate with one another at all once you are out. I keep thinking of a way that I could write him a letter... but it would have to be in code. They can't know that I sent it to him."
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
November 17, 2006. Day 26 in the half way.
"There's no way for me to get a hold of my great harmonica-playing friend back there. They don't let folks like us communicate with one another at all once you are out. I keep thinking of a way that I could write him a letter... but it would have to be in code. They can't know that I sent it to him."
"There's no way for me to get a hold of my great harmonica-playing friend back there. They don't let folks like us communicate with one another at all once you are out. I keep thinking of a way that I could write him a letter... but it would have to be in code. They can't know that I sent it to him."
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