Five black buttons, smaller than dimes have pushed me to the edge of sanity.

      After two hours of trying on one dress after another- five, nondescript buttons threaten to ruin my resolve to document life behind bars. I am frustrated and anxious that the wrong garment choice could set back this project yet another week in what has become a year long nightmare of bureaucratic nitpicking and delays. I have grown weary of the process of trading one pair of dress pants for another identica...


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