Mike:March 17,2055

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Dear Papa

Sup Dad I love y'all thanks for the support down in Chicago. I bumped into some kid said his name was Don. He was a small motherfucka dad but the way he spoke little nigga had heart. He said he couldn't wait until they drilled us and get our hands on some weapons. To be honest me too been itching to get our hands on a nice gun. We were told by officers to relax because we would drill and train tomorrow. We would be assigned to a station in a few minutes, which was like a dorm in college and we would have three in each station. I leaned against a wall now we wait. Love you Pops.

Mike

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