Today a man still wearing his prison ID bracelet inquired about getting a library card. When told that he would need a piece of government issued ID, he presented his wrist with the bracelet. Although technically it is government issued, the page explained that the form of identification needed to have his picture and address on it. He shrugged and left the library to continue the long process of adjusting to life on the outside.
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