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"Name?"
"Stefan Butler."
The secretary punched in a number, switched the marks on her stamping press. "Date committed?"
"December thirtieth, 1984."
Bomp. Click. The lady slid his labeled folder back to him with a glaringly bright red stamp across the top. Shut the ink pad. The tiniest red smudge decorated her manicured hands, Stefan noticed.
"Mister Butler," she said, sounding much more excited, "Welcome back to regular life."
