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When I meet Jessie, she was just a silly kid going to college. But there was something about her. She had a sarcastic wit that I found very refreshing. She was respectful and yet there was a rebelliousness about her that bubbled just under the surface. I had met her while doing a college tour. I was lecturing about the effects of jail on juveniles. We started talking, and I was telling her about what prison life was all about. Her twinkling green eyes flashed as I told her about some of the ways we had to punish inmates when they acted up. I could tell that hearing about them being put in restraints or even being beat was affecting her.

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"Come here." I've been watching Sarah for the last few minutes. My book closed on my finger, marking my place. She's been, I don't know, bopping? Fiddling? Fussing? Not really doing anything, just, waffling around. She's barefooted in jeans. So,

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