>> from checkpoint two, she would go down a ramp to the main gate of the prison where two armed guards stood. she would then step out onto the street. for me to escape from the prison this was the journey i would have to make. we took the metal tags and we did pencil scrapings on paper. we marked how thick it was. we observed the type of metal. we couldn't get a copy of the paper pass, but one day i was out and i saw where there had been a fire, and i couldn't believe it. here was a stack of burned semiburned and unburned paper passes. this is my lucky day.
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