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January 7, 2010
We start the morning off by driving to Balboa Park, Seaport Village and the Santa Fe train station to kill time, since her parole officer won’t be in until past noon. Finally her bastardly parole officer is in the office and claims that she has a sister in San Diego but says he does not have her telephone number, only an address.

We utilize Borders bookstore not far from the parole office to find better directions on my laptop. She was quite close to having to go to a homeless shelter until her sister finally called. Suddenly closed doors opened.