dear irwin,
my aunt and uncle from arizona came to the jail today. apparently they took care of me when i was about two years old, but moved because of a job transfer. both of them hugged me as tight as you did and said that after we got out, we would go out to dinner and discuss 'important matters'. they payed the fine, one thousand and twenty three dollars, straight away. apparently what i did wasn't severe enough for anything above that. i took a look at my cell for the last time. what i did was stupid, but it made me feel something. a feeling that i only had when i was with you. the feeling was freedom, and my sole ached of it. i loved freedom. and when i was in jail, i needed it. so when i got the chance to get out of that place, i basically sprinted. we went in the car, stopping by at a gas station to change into my regular clothes. then my mind started to wander, thinking about my parents and where they were right now. i got into the car and asked my aunt where they were. she turned around with sympathy in her eyes. all she said was
'im sorry'.
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so bad sorry ok
