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| Charlie, prison is scary. This morning a big man came up to me in the shower and said he wants to make kisses with us | |
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| That's it, we have to get out of here | |
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| He had arms the size of tree trunks and lots of racist tattoos. He smacked me on the bottom and laughed | |
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| But how can we escape? The bars are impossible to move and the guards watch us around the clock | |
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| He also seemed to have three legs, although only two of them had feet. Maybe his disability is what drove him to a life of crime | |
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| Maybe I could just walk through the bars, like T-1000? | |
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