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It's my third night here at jail and I'm already unhappy. I'm going to so spend the rest if my life in here! I have 29197 days left before I can leave, but I won't live until 109 years old so I'll be here forever. I hear 'shhh's from everyone's cell. I hear a "I hope he came for me." What the hell are they talking about? Then I see a shadow, a silhouette of a man. I remember the new. The Jail Bird. I remember he usually takes those at jail longer and he only chooses up to four at a time. He points near me, I point to myself to make sure and he nods. Then he says "I'm getting you out of here. Whether you like it or not." Then he chuckles. "I'm sure you like to leave jail I'm not quite sure why I said that." He points to another man and then he starts hitting the cell trying to get us out I assume. But then he sneezes and makes a big cling noise. He knows right then he's going to get himself caught. So he runs and leaves me wondering when he'll come to save me, help me. I never thought I would ever say this but thank the lord for the jail bird trying his best to help me escape jail.

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