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I found a tape. No lies. I played it on a cassette tape recorder (in my cell) to find out what it was. This was that tape:

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How can it be true? None of my life was... No. I've seen that boy before. He was the one who thought the "police" were dumb. His life was put in danger. Because of me. He was the one who looked up at me. My mind races. I need to know if he's okay. Fast. NOW. I need to go. If I wait, he might die. But then again, I might die.