At my previous federal holding facility, where I was fighting my case, we had a lot of traditions. On the last day of every month, at 11:59 pm, we would flick the lights on and off, stomp on the tables, bang on the windows, yelling “Cheetah, cheetah, rabbit, rabbit” until 12:01 am. It’s a silly superstition to help the month pass by quickly, but those are the memories I cherish from a dark place.
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