My friend Natalie is visiting from Boston for a work trip. We had some adventures.
Natalie: What’s that building?
Me: You know, I don’t actually know.
Natalie: It looks like a prison
Me: It’s not a prison!
Natalie: You live near a prison.
Me: It’s not a prison!
Natalie: It has a watchtower. For keeping prisoners in
Me: IT IS NOT A PRISON
Me: It might be a prison.
Me, googling it: Martha Washington school.
Natalie: That school was once a prison and it was repurposed.
Me: It was never a prison
Google: It wasn’t a prison
Everyone: But it really looks like a prison.
Me: I guess the Martha Washington School takes the school-to-prison pipeline a bit literally
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