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𝚌𝚑 𝟼𝟸: RIGHT MY WRONGS ______
𝖫𝖮𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖫𝖤𝖲，𝖢𝖠．
MILTON MALIK JR
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MJ looked up at the ceiling of the jail cell he was in. It had been two weeks since his arrest, it was his 18th birthday.
His cell mate rolled off his bottom bunk and walked over to the bars, "Ay! Guard! I think my cell mate is dead! He ain't moved since last night!"
MJ sat up quickly, "Nigga do you know what sleep is? I was sleep. That's why I wasn't moving. Sit down and shut up, Mac."
Mac turned around to look at him, "My bad. It just got oddly silent up there. You okay?"
"I'm fine." He swung his legs off the bed and jumped down. "Can you turn?"
Mac nodded once and turned his back to MJ, that's what they asked each other when they got ready to use the toilet that sat in the corner of the room. After finishing his morning pee he tied the arms of his jumpsuit around his waist and then washed his hands, "Aight, you good."
Mac turned back around and went to sit back on his bed, "We get phone first today. You excited?"
MJ shrugged, "Yeah I guess. I'm ready for breakfast, I'm hungry."
