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⬛⬛⬛⬜🟦🟥⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛⬜🟦🟥⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
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The parole board’s a bunch of stupid bureaucrats men, who are laying up on the dollar bill. “Take that poison and… and… and die in that cell or say you’re full of ♥♥♥♥ and we’ll let you go.” You know?! So the parole board wants me to go in and count down to their reality and say that their reality is the real reality and my reality is really this stupid, dumb reality

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