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Personal Narrative: My End Up In Jail

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Jail sucks you know. We have no rights and yet they make us clean a lot. It 's not our fault people don 't know where the junk yard is. It 's hot and muggy but if I complain I have to clean more. Every time we go I see more and more people planting things. I always find myself thinking how they have the time to grow and maintain those plants, but who am I to judge. I 'm from Salvador. I came here thinking I had opportunities to start a new life as an American but instead I ended up in jail. I really don 't know how I ended up here. All I know is that I ended up here in jail for selling weed. The good this is that I 'm almost out. In 2 weeks I 'm a free man ready to start a new life
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