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I sat nervously in a green, plastic chair, unsure of what to do with my hands. I ended up folding them in my lap.
Around me were 10 boys, all 15-years old, dressed in loose- fitting sweat pants without belts, sweat shirts with no zippers or buttons and sneakers with no shoelaces.See the full content of this document
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Steve Scauzillo: A Sense of Purpose
The juvenile hall inmates were surprisingly animated, eager to talk to this week's visiting group, even ready to solve my problems. I went there on a Sunday with a friend and his church group to listen to the inmates and spread...
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