Someone smashed the dorm's front door last night. Tried to, at least. Thank the lord for plexiglass. The door's bottom-right pane looks like a windshield seconds after a high-speed collision with a turkey vulture.
At first I felt anxious. Had some maniac tried to break in? Were they still lurking outside? Could they possibly be a disgruntled employee of the nearby Interior Department, that notorious haven for psychopaths?
Then I noticed that the broken glass bulged out rather than in. I understood immediately. Someone tried to make a break for freedom last night. They preferred life on the streets to another week in a dorm nicknamed "the cell block."
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