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Twelve years. A lot can change in that amount of time. Carmen was waiting outside the prison. In those years, she had cut her hair. Her hair was cut slightly shorter than her shoulders, and she had grown an inch. Carmen wore her best outfit—a white summer dress with a tan belt and strap sandals.
She was waiting in a lounge of the Los Angeles State Prison for Jason. Carmen sat in a chair, anticipating his arrival. The last time she saw him was a year ago. Since she lived in New York it was hard to see him frequently. Through their letters they had grown even closer together.
Jason majored in computer technology for college. He successfully brought his grades up. In every letter he wrote how much he thought of her.
Carmen sighed. She couldn't wait any longer. Just when she thought she'd be waiting all day for him a man with brown hair came into the room. Without second though Carmen jumped from her seat and crashed into Jason. He too, had grown taller.
"I'm out!"
"And you're staying out." Carmen kissed him.
Without tearing apart, they walked out of the prison side by side.