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ORIENTATION "It's been two days and I've had no word from him. I don't know what I am supposed to do. Shouldn't I have heard from him by now? Shouldn't I be getting him an advocate?" The two officers behind the desk looked me over. One, a chubby man, blond with brown, unintelligent eyes, grinned at me. It was a big, goofy grin. The other man's uniform looked crisp and well attended. His dark red hair and steely blue eyes looked familiar to me. It was familiar in a deja vu...