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Origins: The day the towers fell- Jessie and Angel
Jessie would always remember where she'd been that day. That minute. Her hand had been resting on the handle of Lazarro's door, holding it half-opened as she heard the sound of the television blaring. She hadn't really been listening. Her mind had been concentrating on how tired she was after pulling an 18-hour shift and how crazy it was that she was standing in a cop's hospital room because of a promise. A promise made to somebody she didn't even know.

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Origins: Adrian and Daniel talk at Vides
Adrian smiled and sipped his wine, flushing very slightly in embarrassment, "Ha-ha. You make one mistake in pronunciation and you never live it down," he said grudgingly, glancing at the man across the table.

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Letters: Matt and Gabe
The guard hit the walls of the hallway as he came down it. The thing Matt had been most surprised to find out was how very much like a real prison this place was, this tiny little pied-a-terre on the tip of Cuba, a place that shouldn't have existed and certainly not for as long as it did. Everyone had their own cell, yeah, true enough, but other than that - guards were guards.

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Origins: Leigh gets drafted
It was a hazy night in San Francisco. The fog was rolling in over the hills and August felt a strange sense of deja vu as he wandered through the streets. His eyes traced the signs. It was colorful in this part of town, even the street signs were vibrant in mingled language and shade, graffiti splattering the grey walls that surrounded him. As his feet carried him across the sidewalks, he felt as if he was coming home, his mind remembering other days, only simpler because their parts had been forgotten.

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Early lessons: Adrian and Matt meet in Guantanamo, under duress
It hadn't taken long at all to figure out that the same stone face that caused so many interesting reactions at home worked in this place too, and Matt simply stared, not quite blankly, not quite with focus, at the man who was ushered into the room he'd been sitting in for the last fifteen minutes. It was small, cinderblock walls, steel door, paintless, furnished with a table, two folding chairs, an ashtray, a mirror that he didn't trust at all, and a spider and a gecko.

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