Hey, Jamal, it's me! Jackson! You were right man. The prison guards let me walk right on out of prison. Turns out they were looking for a six-two black man. I don't know what was in those pills you gave me, but damn. Keep your eye out for those cupcakes I'm sending you. Those aren't jelly beans on top. Brother, by next week we are both going to be free men! Or women!
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