The Shirt - Deepa Ambekar

“So I'm walking back to the visitor's center of the federal prison. My hands are sweaty, my stomach is churning...”

The Shirt

by Deepa Ambekar

Deepa Ambekar is caught off guard by a prison's dress code for visitors.

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