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Steel doors and body searches and razor wire are not part of my daily life anymore, but I went to see him on Saturday. When I worked in the prison system, those things were a fact of life, but now they are foreign.
Maybe it was always like that. It is the reason for being there that changes your view. It was not the first time I had visited him in a place like that either.
There was a time when some change in direction, some adjustment, could have altered his course. It is useless to speculate about it now.
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