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Essay: "Too Close for Comfort"by Ron Stewart I've never thought of myself as a man who is phobic or as the type that craves periods of what I and many others who are incarcerated call, "cell time". For those of you who are not familiar with the term, it means when you and your cellmate have a more often than not unspoken agreement that one or the other makes him or herself scares. Simply put, when the cell door opens at whatever given time, as it does throughout the day, one or the other gets the "blank" out! These solitary times are often needed in order to avoid unpleasantness that could arise brought on by the constant presence of another human being's need while occupying the same locked in space through sometimes long periods of time, but while doing so, also keeping a regular and annoying habit of breathing in and out, in and out. Hence forth the need of "me" time.
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