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Mike Huckabee

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There was a kid who was 16 years old, he committed a burglary, he was aggravated, but not armed. And for that he got 108 years, one-hundred-and-eight years.
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Egan, Timothy (3 March 2011), "The Fictions of Mike Huckabee", Opinionator (The New York Times), retrieved on 2011-03-04 
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regarding Maurice Clemmons, whose prison sentence Huckabee commuted in 2000

 
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