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“give it a break.”
    Forrest popped the top off the pills and took one out. He then walked over to the sink and turned the water on. Trevor watched him lean down and get a mouth full of water. For a moment, Trevor thought Forrest had taken the pill but instead saw him drop it into the cascade of the silver water and to the drain below. Forrest swallowed the mouthful of water. Trevor only laughed and shook his head.
    â€œI could classify you as one of those cunning people we were talking about, Evans.” Trevor slapped him on the back, turned to a clone, and allowing his restraints to be put on in order to be led to the dining hall.
    The two men ambled down the line, peering through the protective plastic barrier at the array of food on the menu that day. A thin slit in the barrier allowed for Trevor to push his tray to the cook on the other side. The man (covered from head to toe in order to prevent food contamination) lobbed a spoonful of applesauce and potatoes onto the tray and returned it through the hole. He was required to accept the vegetables though they smelled like feet. Trevor picked up his spoon and poked at the greens. After all the health requirements the food had to go through, he was left with mulched broccoli and smashed peas.
    Both men sat down at a table in the middle of the cafeteria. A group of men sat ten feet away from Forrest and Trevor. The official dinner hour wasn’t for another forty minutes so the only other inmates were across the room, out of earshot.
    It was Christmas time, or it was supposed to be. Only neutral decorations littered the walls and ceiling high above. A few years back any religious signs had been band from public display. Even decorations as simple as Santa Claus or a dreidel were prohibited because they symbolized a sacred activity. A country that had once been a great symbol of freedom and strength had grown into a monster that found it necessary to protect its citizens from their own liberties.
    â€œYou religious, Evans?”
    â€œI was as a kid. I was taken out of my mother’s custody when I was eight and lived with my grandmother. She raised me Jewish. She found religion to be an essential part of life. When I was twelve the courts thought my father could be a better parent, though everyone else knew it was the last job he could ever do right. I wasn’t much of anything after that.” Forrest sounded bitter. “What about you?”
    â€œI was raised in a Christian family. Catholic, to be specific.”
    Forrest snickered. “You people are anal.”
    â€œHey ’you people’? Evans, keep in mind whom you’re talking to. I was never as into it as my mother was.”
    â€œAnd … what’s your point?” Forrest teased.
    â€œI never believed in all the harsh rules built into the basic idea of religion, just like I’m sure other people don’t believe everything in their religions. You’re example A.” Trevor pointed his fork at Forrest’s half-eaten pork chop. Forrest chuckled and nodded in agreement with Trevor’s last statement.
    Trevor glanced over and saw Gary. He looked right at Forrest and then turned back to his group. It was made up of the most violent men. They only knew revenge. Their victims were those they felt had wronged them. Trevor was not worried because the only weapon Gary had was a spoon, and plastic at that. The observation made him nervous though. He turned his head back toward his dinner but something Gary held securely in his hand flickered in the light. Trevor barely had time to see it was an envelope opener before they all rushed toward them. Trevor flipped the table and ducked. He only hoped Forrest would catch on. There was no way the two of them could take on five men alone. Three rushed at Trevor. He was somewhat thankful for that because he was aware of what was going on and that gave Forrest a little more time. He broke the first one’s nose. The