At lunch, we would go out and smoke cigarettes on the lawn. No one cared. You cup it and pretend you aren't smoking, the guards would pretend they didn't see you. One day "Prince" walked up as we were smoking a .... ahem.... hand rolled left handed cigarette in a bright pink strawberry flavored paper. He said "put that cigarette out" and we did. He walked away, we lit it back up. It was "fun" as far as a 4 year long party is fun, but there was NO education going on.
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