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Title
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A renaissance
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Author
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Whetzel, Stephen
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Date
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2010-07-20
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Date
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2010-07-20, 2010-07-20
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Pages
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12 pages
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State
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Indiana
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Topics
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pen pals, psychiatric aid, confessional, personal story
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Text (FT)
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A Renaissance by Stephen Whetzel Page 1 of 12 It started with a visit to the psychologist. Behind the ominous, gray, concrete wall surrounding the Indiana State Reformatory, not many areas existed where one could go to in order to escape the late summer heat. That old maximum-security prison, a place born of a harsher time, was never known for comforts. Therefore, whether or not I felt the need for a counseling session with Eric, my psychologist and substance abuse counselor, I looked forward...
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PID
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apw:12341322
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Date Uploaded
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2015-09-27T12:48:43.808Z
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Title
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The letter
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Author
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Whetzel, Stephen
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Date
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2010-07-20
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Date
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2010-07-20, 2010-07-20
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Pages
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6 pages
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State
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Indiana
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Topics
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familial abuse, sibling dynamics, outside contact
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Text (FT)
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The Letter by Stephen Whetzel Page 1 of6 Lust summer, I received a letter from Misty, my little sister-my first contact with anyone from home since coming to prison, my first Jetter ever from anyone in my family. For eleven lonely years. years when I felt forgotten, I had written and sent countless letters und cards to my parents, hoping to fan some imagined glowing cindel' of compassion. We were never close, never. In fact, the termfamily should be used loosely when referring to us coll...
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PID
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apw:12341356
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Date Uploaded
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2015-09-27T14:35:32.125Z
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Title
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You'll be OK
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Author
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Whetzel, Stephen
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Date
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2010-07-20
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Date
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2010-07-20, 2010-07-20
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Pages
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14 pages
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State
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Indiana
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Topics
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rape, refirmatory, racial dynamics
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Text (FT)
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. You'll Be OK by Stephen Whetzel Page 1 of 14 The van sliced through the dense morning fog like a jet through vapor. It was d1trk, the mood somber, as ten of us, tWG guards and eight prisoners rode in a terrible silence. Icy air . streaming in from a slightly opened window numbed my face. I shivered with cold, uncettainty, and dread. My heart, fueled by fear and anger and adrenaline, raced like that speeding van down the hlgbway.l didn't know where we were headed, but I knew that b...
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PID
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apw:12341370
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Date Uploaded
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2015-09-27T14:48:15.102Z