Right away everything is thrown off balance - Piper is rousted out of solitary, put in a van where the guards argue the merits of using the esteemed term poochies instead of the degrading term bitches, and process Piper out in tight handcuffs. Piper is always Pipin’, finding ways to be bougie even in solitary, daring to tell the guards she “hates cooked yolks.” Piper, you are an asshole, but you’re our asshole, and we missed you. I thought for sure Piper would be the new leader of the laundry crew by now, having supplanted Pennsatucky with a thorough ass-beating, but she’s been locked down for a month drawing yellow warblers on the wall of her cell with the egg yolks she won’t eat.
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