When I was four or five, mom took me to the police station. It is possible that this is something that I had asked her to do for me. While there, the officers showed us around the station, including putting me into one of the cells and closing (but not locking) the door. The cell contained two bunks that were basically shelves attached to the wall, and a toilet in between. I thought it was great, but I didn't like the idea of using the toilet without a door.
I am considering doing the same for Ali. Maybe this weekend.
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