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A Dynamic Interface
It was a little before five o'clock Monday evening, March 27, 2017. I parked the car, joined the team and entered the prison. With both a sense of curiosity and trepidation; I intentionally and compliantly tagged along handing over my driver's license in exchange for a visitor's badge. I was visitor number 10 - the one with eyes wide open, heart beating rapidly, and hopeful - hopeful that I would be safe; hopeful that I would gain a better understanding of my friend's life
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