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Ash watched as the guards shoved the alternative man into the room, moving to help him when he fell to the ground. He had already pushed himself up by the time she was off of the bed and she sat back down, watching as he pulled out a cigarette.

"I'm Ashley," she said with a warm smile, sipping on her Capri sun, "But everyone calls me Ash."

She scratched nervously at her already scarred and reddened arms, rubbing her nose at the offensive cigarette smoke.

"Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose of being here?" She joked, pointing at the cancer stick. She suddenly became very aware of the fact that she wasnt wearing any make up as she looked closer at the handsome man across from her, and she reached into her suitcase for her make up bag.

She pulled it out and began delicately putting it on, holding a hand mirror tightly in one hand and smearing on foundation with the other.