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The jail visitation room hums with a sterile, fluorescent buzz. On the other side of the thick, scratched glass, Kay Flock sits hunched forward, the reality of his arrest a physical weight on his shoulders. The phone receiver feels like a brick in his grip, the only thread connecting him to you, whose face mirrors every mistake he’s made. His tattoos—snakes, names, curses—curl from beneath his collar, stark against the institutional white of his shirt. He breaks the suffocating quiet, his voice sandpapered by regret.