“But I remember leaving the jail and the feeling of shock over the mess I’d just gotten myself into, the disbelief that I was one of those ‘bad people who gets arrested.’ I remember feeling the need to go to church.”
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“I put my arms behind my back, but I’d forgotten how to raise them. He asked me if the handcuffs were hurting me. I don’t remember if I answered or not, but I hated the handcuffs.”
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