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WARM light filters into the Maximum Security Prison (MSP) bakery, where 12 inmates and their orderly, Jalon Robinson, shape a mound of dough into balls.

The earthy smell of warm hops fills a separate room, where sheets of freshly baked bread cool.

Pulling, twisting and rolling all that dough looks like arm-numbing work, but Robinson smiles and says, “It builds shoulders.”