There are no tears today; I feel the empty depression that stems from hope unfulfilled.
Yesterday I was a fool, and today I deflatedly reflect on my somewhat unproductive antics. On a second, more rational pass it is clear that there are a multiplicity of reasons that my hysterical optimism was unfounded. Firstly, I have no evidence that my detention will remain, to the extent that it is, legal. Who knows where I am? What is to stop them from leaving me here. Secondly, even if my captors remain within the law, asinine as it may be, M may well have implicated me under pressure. If M strikes a deal, where does that leave me? Thirdly, the law allows them to detain me if they can charge me even if M hasn't caved. Can I trust their definition of 'reasonable suspicion' and mine to be the same?
My pencil is blunt and these last words are becoming scratchy making the noise of nails on a blackboard as the wood scrapes over the paper. I'll stop here. I'm sure Pepys or Johnson never failed for a sharpener.
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