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He remembers the visits to the family room of Oz with startling clarity: the ever-present smells of Windex and room freshener, the plastic furniture, the cheery carpet showing cartoon animals, the baskets of brightly colored toys he never had at home. His favorite was the fire truck, because it had a bell at the top of the ladder. On its merit, he knew jail was a great place to live. He understood why his daddy lived there instead of with him and his mom.
He won't watch his son grow up through the shiny filter of the playroom. God cheats.