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YASHEEDA

'You're the one who's crazy,' I said playfully, taking the empty plate
from her and kissing her.

'Why am I crazy?'

'Wanting to stay here with me in prison.'

'Well, you're crazy too, then. And it's your fault I'm in prison,' she
kissed me on the lips, pulled me back into the bed and climbed on top
of me.

'I think so. Crazy can be a good thing, you know. You have to be
a bit crazy to survive in here.'

Yasheeda called El Lobo hostel where she was staying and told her
friend Sharon that she was OK and would be back tomorrow. After
that we only left the room twice: to go to the toilet and to fix things
up with the major.