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Personal Narrative: Criminal Justice

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It took them a whole month before i could go before a judge. I was sitting in my cell waiting for the correctional officer to come get me. I was ready to be outside these damn walls. Being here for over a month was killing me, I was missing out on my money and I haven't been getting no pussy. I mean there was some correctional officers that liked fucking inmates, but I didn’t feel right stepping out on Carmen so I just been celibate . “You ready for court?” Jairiko asked as he leaned up against the window sill in the cell. “Man bro this shit probably going to go south my lawyer already talking about i should appeal in the next couple months” I said eating my cup of noodles.

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